“Don’t you feel sorry for him?” Janet asked. “Even a little? He looks so pathetic, so empty.”
“Sorry for him?” Madeline fanned herself with both hands. She looked like she was choking. “Sorry? For a killer? He better hope he doesn’t come my way or cross my path. I can’t be held responsible.”
Janet checked the clock. She needed to get back to her desk. The dean’s office didn’t rest in the summer, despite the shorter hours. In fact, summer brought more work. Annual reports, budgets, faculty travel arrangements. But she wasn’t ready to go back.
“Do you ever wonder?” Janet said. She knew her voice sounded dreamy, distracted. She didn’t know what she wanted to say. She didn’t know if she should even give voice to her thoughts.
“Wonder what?” Madeline asked.
“The way he maintains his innocence, even after all this time. He has no reason to. He’s already done his time.”
“Remember what was lost,” Madeline said. “Your mother never had the life she wanted because of that man. And neither did you. You’ve been without a mother for eighteen years because of that man.”
“I’ll see you later, Madeline.”
“You call me and tell me how it went when you’re finished.”
Janet left without agreeing to make the call.
But Janet didn’t go back to work. She took the back stairs down to the parking lot. She stepped out into the hot day, felt the wave of humidity wash over her. The trees just beyond the parking lot were a rich summer green and the traffic on Mason Street just off campus hummed back and forth, the steady rhythm of Dove Point’s life. When she needed a break from work, a moment alone or a moment to think, she came to the back of the building. No one else ever went there unless they were coming or going from their cars. Janet knew she could steal a quiet moment.
She noticed the man almost immediately. He stood by a parked car, watching her as she stepped outside. The man was tall and lean like a runner. He looked to be the same age as Janet, and despite the heat, he wore jeans and a long-sleeve button-down shirt. Even though about two hundred feet separated them, Janet could sense the piercing nature of his eyes. Was he a faculty member, perhaps someone newly hired she had never met? She thought of turning away, of simply stepping back inside Wilson Hall and going back to work, but something about the man’s posture and the way he held his head looked familiar to her. She had seen this man before—hadn’t she?—but not for a long time.
And then he raised his hand and made a waving gesture, beckoning her to him.
PRAISE FOR THE NOVELS OF DAVID BELL
“An artfully constructed tale that charts the devastating, life-changing effects over twenty-five years on the people most affected by the murder of a four-year-old boy… a powerful, provocative novel.”
“David Bell does a masterful job of crafting a crime story, with the guilty and innocent existing next to each other, whether they realize it or not. He has also created a tense drama of emotions and relationships. It is a riveting book with surprising but believable twists on every page.”
“A truly fascinating novel, involving far more than its mysterious elements… an intriguing and complex plot that will keep the reader guessing up to the last chapter.”
“I highly recommend The Hiding Place to fans of suspenseful, character-driven mysteries… I… cannot wait for [Bell’s] next masterpiece.”
“An incredibly engaging, emotionally investing read. What David Bell does exceptionally well is maintain a heightened level of suspense from beginning to end.”
“Love that this book keeps you in the dark to the end, full of twists and turns, but still believable to keep you riveted to your seat.”
“A vivid portrait of a family and their community coping with pain and loss, and the uncertainty that can bubble to the surface when questions are raised—a chilling story of the worst that can happen to a family.”
“Another amazing book going on my 2012 favorites list. It’s a haunting story of a terrible crime, and the family secrets and lies surrounding it that finally surface over two decades later.”
“A gem of a book…. Bell has written another winning thriller that is certain to entertain, frighten, and swiftly climb bestseller lists.”
“Cemetery Girl is more than just an utterly compelling thriller—and it certainly is that. David Bell’s stellar novel is also a haunting meditation on the ties that bind parent to child, husband to wife, brother to brother—and what survives even under the most shattering possible circumstance. An absolutely riveting, absorbing read not to be missed.”
“Cemetery Girl is my favorite kind of story because it takes the familiar and darkens it. This story is essentially about a missing little girl, but trust me: you have never read a missing-persons story like this one. The reader is taken down the rabbit hole in this novel and when he comes out at the end—just beyond that mysterious and hopeful last page—he is all the better for having been invited inside Bell’s disturbing, all-too-real world…. A fast, mean head trip of a thriller that reads like a collaboration between Michael Connelly and the gothic fiction of Joyce Carol Oates, Cemetery Girl is one of those novels that you cannot shake after it’s over. A winner on every level.”
“Grabbed me by the throat on page one and never let up. An intense, unrelenting powerhouse of a book, and the work of a master.”
“Cemetery Girl is a smasher. It twists and turns and never lets go, and… it could happen just this way.”
“A smart, tense, creepy take on the story of a missing daughter, told by her far-from-perfect father. If you think you know this tale—from all too familiar newspaper accounts, from lesser movies and books—then this terrific novel will make you think otherwise.”
“[Bell] writes with a clarity of both vision and purpose, and his characters are eerily familiar because they are just like you and me.”