Wolfhunter River by Rachel Caine EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Rachel Caine
- Genre: Vigilante Justice Thrillers, Vigilante Justice, Serial Killers
- Publish Date: 23 April 2019
- Size: 1.3 MB
- Format: PDF / EPUB
- Status: Avail for Download
- Price: Free
The wide, dark eye of the television camera reminds me of bad things. Very
bad things. I try really hard to keep in mind why I’m sitting here. I’m here to
tell my story, frankly and honestly.
Because other people have been telling it for far too long now, lying
about me and my kids.
It’s been all over the news for months now: Escaped serial killer
abducts ex! Shootout in murder house! It’s always written for maximum
ghoulish effect, and contains at least a passing mention that I was arrested as
Sometimes they remember to say that I was acquitted. Mostly they like
to forget that detail. There have been a hundred reporters swamping my email
to the point that I just shut it down and ignored it. At least half of them have
made the long trip to Stillhouse Lake to try to get me to open the door and tell
But I’m not stupid enough to do it without knowing what I’m getting
into first. This television appearance took almost a month of negotiations, of
guarantees of what I will and won’t be asked. I chose the Howie Hamlin
Show because he has a good reputation; he’s been sympathetic to other crime
victims and an advocate for justice.
But as I take my seat in the interview chair, I’m still feeling unready. I
didn’t expect this rising level of panic, or to feel burning sweat on the back of
my neck. The chair is too deep, and I feel fragile perched on the edge of it.
It’s the camera. I thought I was past this, but I’m not. Maybe I never will be.
The camera keeps staring.
Everyone else is so relaxed. The camera operator—just the one—is
chatting with someone else, nowhere near the machine and its unblinking
eye. The host of the show is conferring with someone offstage in the dimly lit
and cable-tangled distance. But I feel pinned in place, and every time I blink,
I see that other camera, the one set up on a tripod in a ruined plantation house
I see my ex and his horrible smile. I see blood.
This place is smaller than I expected. The stage consists of a short riser
and three armchairs spaced around with a small, glossy table for accent. The
table holds a couple of books, but I’m too nervous to study them. I wonder
why three chairs. Are there always three chairs? I don’t know. I can’t
remember, even though I watched this show beforehand to learn what to
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