Confessions of a Murder Suspect by James Patterson EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: James Patterson
- Language: English
- Genre: Teen & Young Adult Fiction about Self-Esteem
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I have some really bad secrets to share with someone, and it might as well
be you—a stranger, a reader of books, but most of all, a person who can’t
hurt me. So here goes nothing, or maybe everything. I’m not sure if I can
even tell the difference anymore.
The night my parents died—after they’d been carried out in slick black
body bags through the service elevator—my brother Matthew shouted at the
top of his powerful lungs, “My parents were vile, but they didn’t deserve to
be taken out with the trash!”
He was right about the last part—and, as things turned out, the first part
But I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I? Please forgive me.… I do that
I’d been asleep downstairs, directly under my parents’ bedroom, when it
happened. So I never heard a thing—no frantic thumping, no terrified
shouting, no fracas at all. I woke up to the scream of sirens speeding up
Central Park West, maybe one of the most common sounds in New York
But that night it was different.
The sirens stopped right downstairs. That was what caused me to wake
up with a hundred-miles-an-hour heartbeat. Was the building on fire? Did
some old neighbor have a stroke?
I threw off my double layer of blankets, went to my window, and looked
down to the street, nine dizzying floors below. I saw three police cruisers
and what could have been an unmarked police car parked on Seventysecond Street, right at the front gates of our apartment building, the
exclusive and infamous Dakota.
A moment later our intercom buzzed, a jarring blat-blat that punched
right through my flesh and bones.
Why was the doorman paging us? This was crazy.
My bedroom was the one closest to the front door, so I bolted through
the living room, hooked a right at the sharks in the aquarium coffee table,
and passed between Robert and his nonstop TV.
When I reached the foyer, I stabbed at the intercom button to stop the
irritating blare before it woke up the whole house.
I spoke in a loud whisper to the doorman through the speaker: “Sal?
“Miss Tandy? Two policemen are on the way up to your apartment right
now. I couldn’t stop them. They got a nine-one-one call. It’s an emergency.
That’s what they said.”
“There’s been a mistake, Sal. Everyone is asleep here. It’s after
midnight. How could you let them up?”
Before Sal could answer, the doorbell rang, and then fists pounded the
door. A harsh masculine voice called out, “This is the police.”
I made sure the chain was in place and then opened the door—but just a
I peered out through the opening and saw two men in the hallway. The
older one was as big as a bear but kind of soft-looking and spongy. The
younger one was wiry and had a sharp, expressionless face, something like
a hatchet blade, or… no, a hatchet blade is exactly right.
The younger one flashed his badge and said, “Sergeant Capricorn
Caputo and Detective Ryan Hayes, NYPD. Please open the door.”
Capricorn Caputo? I thought. Seriously? “You’ve got the wrong
apartment,” I said. “No one here called the police.”
“Open the door, miss. And I mean right now.”
“I’ll get my parents,” I said through the crack. I had no idea that my
parents were dead and that we would be the only serious suspects in a
double homicide. I was in my last moment of innocence.
But who am I kidding? No one in the Angel family was ever innocent.
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