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Ahead of its release, EW is excited to premiere the cover and an excerpt fromthe new book.
Suddenly, Becca is thrown into prison, forced to fight her fellow inmates for survival.
The novel was written with Gabrielle Charbonnet.
Theres been no trial.
There are no charges.
Actually, thats about all I can say until Ive had that first cup.
Right on time, 5:45 a.m., lifes precious fluid starts seeping down to the carafe.
And thank god for coffee.
But this year coffee is back on the shelves at United All-Ways, and I for one am grateful.
Actually, I dont know.
I dont know if any people live near any ocean.
I felt the coffee igniting nerves throughout my body as I sipped and watched the sun come up.
It was partly blocked by the carport where I kept myI bolted upright and peered through the ragged screen.
No, she didnt!
I shrieked, wanting to hurl my coffee cup right out the window.
It would have hit my truck if my truck had been there.
I shouted again, then wheeled and headed upstairs just to double check.
I slammed open her bedroom door, adrenaline making jumpy friends with all the caffeine in my system.
Beccas bed was empty.
And I would catch up with her.
There was zero doubt about that.
Our cell was barely four miles across, a nice big crop circle.
Becca had no place to run, no place to hide.
Watch it, idiot.
Anything I broke, I had to fix.
It wasnt like there was anyone else to do it.
Halfway around the side of the house, I remembered to look at my watch.
Silently I mouthed crap!
He really, really meant it.
He meant inside your house from ten p.m. to six a.m. Not in your yard.
Not under your carport.
Not leaning against your fence, enjoying the breeze.
And he always, always knew.
My jaw was so tight it was starting to hurt.
Just looking at it bummed me out.
For one thing it reminded me of Ma, which, obviously, bad.
Third, it had a top speed of twelve miles an hour.
Fourth, the pickup had been Pas, and hed left me in charge of it.
There were only a few pickup trucks left in the entire cell.
Wed only been allowed to keep it because it was so ancient that I practically had to push-start it.
And who would have to come up with some lame excuse about her tardiness or absence at school?
Who had to hope that somehow she hadnt already been seen out before curfew?
As mad as I was, I didnt want to see her go through that.
I never wanted to see her go through that.
My sandwich was gone by the time I reached Murphys crossroadsnot that there are any Murphys anymore.
I guess Forty-sevens crossroads didnt have the same ring.
By seven thirty I had puttered to all of Beccas lairs.
Shed done an excellent job of disappearing.
