by Amy Crandall
Genre: YA Psychological Thriller
As she waits to give her statement in one of the interrogation rooms of Arcata Police Department, Abigale recites the same line over and over inside her head.
I did not kill anyone.
I did not kill anyone.
But there’s a trail of bodies, and it leads straight to her. The events that brought her to this very moment all point to one thing…her guilt.
She must convince Detective Collins of her innocence, but how can she explain her ties to the victims, and the evidence that has her name written all over it?
Then there’s the mysterious Facebook profile. DarkHeart434.
Who is DarkHeart434? And why does it seem like this person has all the answers, including the identity of the real murderer?
As pieces of the puzzle start to come together, everything about Abigale’s life begins to unravel—her past, her present…and even her self-proclaimed innocence.
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Abigale looked down at her hands, which both shook. But from what? Jitters? Shock? Fright? Pain? She wasn’t able to decide.
She refocused on the door that both detectives had disappeared behind. What did that cop have to tell Collins that she couldn’t be in the room for? Could it be something about her mom? Maybe her dad? Her stomach churned at the thought.
The analog clock that hung on one of the bland walls was beginning to drive her insane. The constant ticking noise that counted every second she was in the room rattled around her brain. Abigale fought the urge to rip it from the nail it was suspended from and smash it on the floor. She pictured the glass face shattering on the tile, the small gears and parts sliding across the floor in a desperate attempt to flee her anger. Abigale would have already done it if she knew Collins wouldn’t make her pay for a new one.
After enduring a few minutes of excruciating silence with only her tortured thoughts and the ticking noise of the analog clock, Collins re-entered, his face ashen.
“What’s wrong?” Abigale asked, her heart climbing into her throat. The tears that had been streaming down her cheeks were long dried.
The detective shook his head, taking a seat at the table. “It’s nothing. I’ll tell you when I have more information. No sense in worrying you yet.”
“Yet?” Abigale said. She reached for his arm, her fingers wrapping around his wrist. “No, I want to know now.”
He raised an eyebrow.
Collins sighed, glancing down where she squeezed his arm. He removed her pale, shaky hand from his wrist and placed it back on her side of the table. “I’ll make you a deal. You tell me what I want to know, and I’ll inform you of what’s going on.”
Abigale’s hands curled into fists as the memories flooded back again. “No, I can’t,” she said in a small voice. “Please don’t make me do this.”
Amy Crandall is an avid reader and novelist born and raised in British Columbia, Canada. She began writing in elementary school, publishing her first story on Wattpad.com at the age of thirteen. With the support of her loved ones and newfound friends on the site, Amy continued to share her thoughts and interests in the form of storytelling.
Before her Wattpad.com days, she was published in A Celebration of Poets - Summer 2012 (Creative Communication, 2012) for her poem My Garden. That experience only drove her desire to further pursue writing. Her first full-length novel, "Delusions", was a featured story on Wattpad.com, reaching #7 in the mystery/thriller genre, and surpassing 115,000 reads, before its publishing.
When she isn't envisioning a new story plot, Amy can be found camping with loved ones, getting lost in a great read, jamming to her favourite tunes, or giving in to her craving of Timmies' iced lemonades.
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