Killman Creek (Stillhouse Lake #2)(110)
“Be careful!” That comes from everybody at once. Sam is watching to see if I need company. I shake my head.
I’m smiling as I make my way—carefully—down the hill. The house is secure. Clean and new, all the bad stuff gone. I know it’s symbolic. I know healing will take time and love and care.
But we’re family. We’re survivors.
I open the mailbox. There’s a lot stuffed inside, and I stand there next to the recycling bin at the end of the drive and dump off junk catalogs and mail until I’m down to a light handful of bills and a letter. I look down at the last envelope, and I stop moving. For a moment I stop breathing. If I could pause my heart, I would.
It’s Melvin’s handwriting. I look at the postmark.
Someone mailed it after he died. Maybe somebody in Absalom, one last, bitter stab out of the dark.
I look at the way he’s written my name in careful, precise block letters, and I remember seeing the frenzy that came over him when he killed Annie. I can’t forget that. Ever.
I think about it for a moment, and then I put the other mail in my coat pocket and walk farther down the hill, across the road, and onto the shore of Stillhouse Lake.
The water’s glassy and still, frozen into ripples. I look around on the shore and find a sizable rock about the size of a grapefruit. I hold Melvin’s letter in my healing left hand and toss the stone out with my right. It breaks easily through the thin ice and reveals dark, freezing water.
I get another stone, a smaller one, and I search in my pockets. The mail came with a rubber band. I use it to wrap Melvin’s letter around the rock.
I throw the weighted, unopened letter into the water. For a second I see the pale flicker of the paper, and I imagine the ink starting to bleed. In a few hours what he wrote completely gone, and the paper reduced to drifting fragments of pulp.
“Mom?” It’s Connor, calling from the house. I turn and wave. “Mom?”
“I’m coming,” I call back.
The last of my ex is at the bottom of the lake. No one will ever know what Melvin wanted to say.
And maybe, if he’s burning in hell, that will hurt him worst of all.
SOUNDTRACK
I choose music for each book I write, because it helps me find the right tone and tempo of the story. Since it helped inspire me, I thought you’d enjoy seeing the music that goes along with Gwen’s journey in Killman Creek.
I hope you enjoy the musical experience as much as I did, and please remember: piracy hurts musicians, and music aggregation services don’t provide a living. Buying the song or album direct is still the best way to show your love, and help them create new work.
“Eminence Front,” The Who
“Sledgehammer,” Peter Gabriel
“Poker Face,” Lady Gaga
“Staring at the Sun,” TV on the Radio
“Games Without Frontiers,” Peter Gabriel
“Hate the Taste,” Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
“Box Full o’ Honey,” Duran Duran
“Red Rain,” Peter Gabriel
“Time of the Season,” The Ben Taylor Band
“Mama,” Genesis
“Welcome to the Circus,” Skittish
“Beneath Mt. Sinai,” The Stone Foxes
“Whatcha See Is Whatcha Get,” The Dramatics
“Human,” Rag’n’Bone Man
“Believer,” Imagine Dragons
“Jockey Full of Bourbon,” Joe Bonamassa
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To my friend Steve Huff, most especially, and my coconspirator Ann Aguirre. Special thanks to the mighty Liz Pearsons and the great T&M team, who just plain rock.