"I tied you up because I need you to listen," Derek says. "Focus."
"Please... W-what do you want from me?"
"The truth," he says. "About what happened the night my brother died." He reaches for my left hand. "If I think you're lying..." With his other hand, he flourishes a pair of flower cutters. Curved. Sharp.
And he smiles.
When Chris wakes up in a dark basement tied to a chair, he knows that he's trapped-and why. Eight nights ago a burglar broke into Chris' home. Eight nights ago Chris did what he had to do to protect his family. And eight nights ago a 13-year-old runaway bled to death on his kitchen floor.
Now Derek wants the truth about what happened that night. He wants proof his little brother didn't deserve to die. For every lie Chris tells, he will lose a finger. But telling the truth is far more dangerous...
A riveting, edge-of-your-seat thriller from Edgar Award-nominated author Jeffry W. Johnston that explores the gray area between what is right and what we'll do to protect the people we love.
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I wake up to find I can't move, my arms and legs duct-taped tight to a wooden chair. Duct tape is also wrapped around my chest and the chair's hard, unyielding back.
The only thing not bound is my head, but I can only turn it left and right. I can't look behind me because of the chair's high back.
Christ, what is this!
My head hurts. I feel nauseous, dizzy. Can't focus. What happened? How did I get here? My memory's a blur.
"Hey!" I shout. "Hey! Anybody here?"
I wait a few seconds. Nothing.
I see unfinished walls, but I could be in a room anywhere. The only furniture I can see is a metal folding chair leaning against the wall opposite.
Wait a minute! What about Devon? The last thing I remember was calling on my cell phone to make sure he got to the field okay. What time is it? Is he in the middle of his game, wondering where I am? Is Mom there, wondering the same thing?
I can tell my cell is not in my pocket, not that I'd be able to reach it anyway. Where is it? How long have I been out? A couple hours? A whole day? Is it still...what, Saturday? Are people looking for me? The police?
"Hey!" I shout again. "Heeeyyyy!" I try harder to break free. "Is somebody here? Can somebody help me? Please! Please!"
Who could have done this to me? Why?
"Help! Help me! Heeelllp!"
This isn't working. I need to calm down and try to think. Come on, breathe. That's it. Again. Now another breath. My heart is starting to slow a bit. That's good. Maybe closing my eyes will help.
Two more deep breaths. Okay. Now, think.
I remember dialing my cell. But before that, I had knocked on Rita's front door. We were going to go to Devon's game together. I was waiting for her to open the door. Wait, the door did start to open. Then...nothing. Or...something. Something made me pass out. Something with a sweet smell. Held against my face. Making me gag. Feel sick. I couldn't push it away. Something very strong was holding it in place.
Not something. Someone.
I hear movement. Behind me. A door opening. I try to look back. Can't.
The door closes. A quiet click.
Then footsteps. Steady, determined.
I recognize the guy who appears in front of me. Derek Brannick. Only a year older than me, which makes him seventeen, but with the broken front teeth and scar on his throat he looks much older.
He's holding something in his hand, which he slips into his pants pocket before I can see it. Then he picks up the metal chair from against the wall and opens it before straddling it and leaning over the back, facing me. He lowers his head. Does nothing for a couple minutes. My heart slams against my chest. I wait. So scared I can't think straight.
Finally, he raises his head and looks at me. His eyes...it's as if there's no light in them. Nothing. Dead eyes. "You want some water?" His voice is raspy. He stands and moves out of my field of vision. I hear a faucet turning on and off. Then he's back with a paper cup. "Tilt your head back," he says. I do the best I can. Some of the water runs down my chin, but enough makes it into my mouth. The water's lukewarm, but I welcome it.
"Feel better? Can you talk? 'Cause you're gonna need to be able to talk." He crumples the cup and throws it on the floor.
"Yes," I croak. "Th...thank you." My voice is trembling. I can't help it.
Derek nods, lets out another long breath as if he has the weight of the world on his shoulders, and sits back in his chair, pulling it closer to me.
"I'm...I'm sorry," I try. "I'm really-"
"Shh," he says sharply, pointing a finger at me. "I told you before, Chris...I'm not looking for that."
"I should have showed up at the-"
He begins to cough. It sounds painful. He starts to talk again, then stops. Maybe it's painful to talk too. The way his voice is all rough and raspy, it wouldn't surprise me.
Derek tries again. "I tied you up because I need you to listen," he says. "Focus. Think you can do that?"
"Please...wh...what do you want from me?"
"The truth," he says. "That's all."
He reaches for my left hand. Tied the way I am, I can't resist. "I don't want to hurt you if I don't have to," Derek says. "But you need to know that I'm serious. If I think you're lying..." With his other hand, he pulls out what he had shoved into his pants pocket and shows it to me.
A pair of garden shears. Curved. Sharp.
Slowly, even gently, he opens them and slides the little finger of my left hand in between the razor edges.
"One finger for each lie," he says. "Do you understand?"
Oh God! Oh Jesus! All at once, I'm sweating, my eyes stinging.
"Do you understand?" he asks again, voice unchanging, low key.
"Yes," I croak. My eyes remain riveted to the shears, expecting them to move, to squeeze.
"Chris. Look at me."
I look up into those dead eyes.
"I meant what I said." He stops to cough again, continues. "I need to understand everything. This," he says, indicating the blades lightly caressing my finger, "will help you to tell the truth. That's all I want. Don't tell me what you think I want to hear. There's no right or wrong answer. There's only the truth. Do you understand?"
But I can't tell him the truth. Not the whole truth.
My eyes dart back to the shears.
Abruptly, he squeezes them. "Do you understand?"
"Yes!" I cry out, eyes shooting back to him. "Please don't-"
He eases the pressure, and I let out a long, shaky breath. "Don't hold anything back," he says. "I want to hear all of it."
"I don't know what else I can tell you about that night...other than what I told the police."
"Start with that."
I look at him, confused. "What?"
"Tell me how your conversation with the police went."
I stare at him. I can hear the fear in my voice as I ask, "Are you going to kill me?"
"Why?" he comes back with. "Do you think you deserve to die?"
How long was I in this room before I woke up? Has Mom reported me missing? Are the police looking for me at this very moment?
If I can somehow stall, is there a chance they'll find me? Could they come bursting into this room any minute?
I stare into his lifeless eyes, looking for...I don't know...something that tells me I have a chance to survive this.
His eyes tell me nothing.
"If I cooperate," I say after a deep breath, "if I tell you what you want to know, will you let me go?"
"What I want to know is simply the truth. Now get started."
But I can't tell him the truth. Not all of it. Not the one, most important thing. I won't. Even if he cuts off every finger I have, telling him the truth would make him do far worse. But maybe I can tell him just enough. Enough to get me through this.
I swallow, wishing I had more water.
Giving the garden shears a slight squeeze for emphasis, Derek says, "Remember. Don't leave anything out."
"Once we got to the station," I begin, trying to keep the trembling out of my voice, but failing, "the police put me in an interrogation room..."
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Now,
Chapter 2: Then,
Chapter 3: Now,
Chapter 4: Then,
Chapter 5: Then,
Chapter 6: Now,
Chapter 7: Then,
Chapter 8: Then,
Chapter 9: Then,
Chapter 10: Now,
Chapter 11: Then,
Chapter 12: Then,
Chapter 13: Now,
Chapter 14: Then,
Chapter 15: Now,
Chapter 16: Then,
Chapter 17: Now,
Chapter 18: Then,
Chapter 19: Then,
Chapter 20: Now,
Chapter 21: Then,
Chapter 22: Now,
Chapter 23: Then,
Chapter 24: Now,
Chapter 25: Then,
Chapter 26: Now,
Chapter 27: Then,
Chapter 28: Now,
Chapter 29: Then,
Chapter 30: Now,
Chapter 31: Then,
Chapter 32: Now,
Chapter 33: Now,
Chapter 34: Now,
Chapter 35: Now,
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This book was a page turner.... it always felt me on the edge of my seat... I honestly could not put it down ... it's just a amazing book
I love this book! The way the story opens with a mystery was very well executed and the end will leave you shocked! I would recommend this book for anybody who wants a quick read with a meaningful story to it.
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Easy read but not that great of a story
“The Truth” is a thriller that starts rolling in the first chapter and never gives you a chance to catch your breath until the end. Told through a combination of flashbacks and current events, the story unfolds in reverse and leaves the reader guessing until the very last page. I pride myself on being able to catch plot twists in books, movies, and television shows, but the author managed to surprise me and catch me off-guard. I only figured out a tiny piece of the puzzle. I wish I could say more about it, but almost anything would be a spoiler, and that would suck the fun right out of the reading experience. Perhaps the best part of the book is that it is a very quick read that will appeal to even the most reluctant of readers, while still engaging those who are true bibliophiles. There is almost no romance in the story, so those who do not enjoy that will be satisfied. I’m not going to lie, I felt afraid right along with the main character. Any reader who enjoys young adult thrillers will be turning the pages as fast as they can to find out what happens next. I recommend “The Truth” to anyone looking for a good thriller who is upper middle grade and up, especially reluctant readers. This review is based upon a complimentary copy provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
This book was pretty creepy. The story kept going back and forth quite a bit but it was pretty easy to follow. A brother gets shot and a brother wants answers. It's definitely an edge of your seat ride that I could not or did not want to put down. This story was well written and has several twists that you do not see coming. The final one is unquestionably a jaw dropper. While this was written for YA, I enjoyed it as an adult. Of course, it's not as gripping or a grisly, but it's pretty close. Thanks to Sourcebooks for approving my request and to Net Galley for providing a free e-galley in exchange for an honest review. I absolutely recommend this book.
Snip, snip! I hear the sliding of the garden shears as he holds them close to Chris’ fingers. Strapped to a chair, Derek threatens to snip off a finger for every lie that comes out of Chris’ mouth. Derek wants details and Chris will supply them but just not every detail. The author had a wonderful way of bringing this story to life. Bringing together the present and the past, the story became urgent and I had a hard time putting this novel down once it got started. As Chris is strapped to the chair and he’s retelling his side of the story, I wondered just how things would work out. How would Derek know when Chris was lying? How impatient was Derek? How serious was his threat and what was the purpose of him doing this? So many questions were tumbling through my head and yet I didn’t want to rush through the novel and miss something. As we flashback to the “then” portions, we read about what actually transpired and what had made Derek become the offender. His brother Caleb was killed when he was found inside Chris’ home and Chris shot him. This is where the details get fuzzy and where you need to understand the parties involved. There is a commitment to family and to the ones you love that follows the individuals in this novel, this love runs deep and it hurts when they can’t abide by their obligations. As people fulfilled their own promises, it felt creepy with how far they would go in their attempts, their depth and their means showed just who they were. The story will grip you and you will want to know why, why is this so important and why hold back the details? What really happened that night in the kitchen? Some of it seemed so simple, yet we know our hearts can only carry so much. The ending, I was not ready for that but now, what can you do? I received a copy of this novel from Sourcebooks Fire and NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. 4.5 stars