The Locked Door

by Freida McFadden

He’s the sort of man you wouldn’t want to run into in a dark alley. Or the street. Or anywhere. And as they say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Well, Tiffany didn’t put me up to this. It’s something much worse.

No good could come out of talking to the devil.

My father blinks his dark eyes at me. “It was you. You killed them.” He raises his eyebrows. “Didn’t you?”

I’ve been keeping this secret for twenty-six years, and I’m not about to divulge it to anyone else now.

William Bennett Jr. He’s thirty-five years old. Admitted from a multi-trauma the same night the blue Dodge collided with that tree. He’s in bed twelve in the surgical ICU.

She gives me a strange look. “Brady doesn’t have a daughter.” He… what?

She’s fine. Better than fine. She’s got a gun in her right hand and it’s pointed at me.

My fiancé.

I couldn’t save Mandy Johansson, but at least I saved Marjorie.