113 Minutes by James Patterson & Max Dilallo

Author:James Patterson & Max Dilallo [Patterson, James & DiLallo, Max]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Thriller
ISBN: 9780316317184
Amazon: B01DASC6BO
Barnesnoble: B01DASC6BO
Goodreads: 29467269
Publisher: BookShots
Published: 2016-09-06T05:00:00+00:00

4 minutes, 45 seconds

I’m paralyzed. Frozen solid.

My spine has been severed clean in two.

My brain is screaming at my muscles to move, but they just won’t listen.

At least, that’s how it feels.

I’m standing in the farmhouse in the second-floor hallway…right outside Alex’s bedroom door. It’s shut. Which is how it’s been for almost five months now.

I’m finally going to open it. Start cleaning out his room.

At least, that’s my intention.

By all “official” measures, my son has been 100 percent erased from existence for some time now. Every last piece of paperwork has been signed and stamped and filed. His health-insurance policy has been canceled. His name as a beneficiary in my will has been removed. His meager savings account has been closed. His high-school enrollment has been withdrawn. His cell phone plan has been terminated. His Texas State death certificate has been issued. His obituary has been published.

In the eyes of the law, Alexander J. Rourke no longer exists.

But in the eyes of his mother, he’s more present than ever.

I know that feeling will never go away. And I don’t want it to. Alex is and always will be an enormous part of my life—maybe more so now than when he was alive. His memory has pushed me to do things recently I never thought I could.

Still, his bedroom’s a damn mess. (I can remember, sadly, scolding him for five minutes at breakfast the morning before he died.) It’s time to get started.

I take a deep breath. I’m ready.

I inch my hand toward the doorknob…closer, closer…then instantly recoil when I touch the chilly brass, as if it were a hot stove.

Come on, Molly. You can do this.

I force myself to calm down. The horse-auction heist was only yesterday and I’m still pretty jittery.

So maybe I’m not ready. Maybe I’m rushing this, trying to do too many big things at once. Maybe if the universe sent me some kind of sign…

No. Stop it.

Okay. I try again. I rest my hand on the doorknob…

And actually twist it a half turn! The latch sticks a bit, then releases. I’m about to push open the door—

Boom-boom-boom!

I gasp, startled. Someone’s on the porch, pounding on the front door.

“Sheriff’s Department! Open up!”

Shit! The police! Here? Now? But how? My plan was perfect!

I quickly hurry down the steps as the knocking continues.

“All right, I’m coming!” I call, as casually as I can.

I pass the picture window in the living room and see parked in my driveway a hulking Crown Victoria, emblazoned with SCURRY COUNTY SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT.

My heart sinks. No…it can’t be all over. Please. Not yet.

I pause at the front door and take a moment to compose myself—and think the situation through.

If this were a raid—on the home of a suspect “considered to be heavily armed and incredibly dangerous,” as we heard ourselves described yesterday on the police scanner—there’d be a whole lot more than one unit out front. The cops wouldn’t knock, either. They’d bust down my door, guns blazing. So maybe they just want to ask me a couple of questions.

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