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Bestselling and award-winning author Lisa Scottoline reaches new heights with this riveting novel about how a single decision can undo a family, how our past can derail our present, and how not guilty doesn''t always mean innocent.

Allie Garvey is heading home to the funeral of a childhood friend. Allie is not only grief-stricken, she''s full of dread. Because going home means seeing the other two people with whom she shares an unbearable secret.

Twenty years earlier, a horrific incident shattered the lives of five teenagers, including Allie. Drinking and partying in the woods, they played a dangerous prank that went tragically wrong, turning deadly. The teenagers kept what happened a secret, believing that getting caught would be the worst thing that could happen. But time has taught Allie otherwise. Not getting caught was far worse.

Allie has been haunted for two decades by what she and the others did, and by the fact that she never told a soul. The dark secret has eaten away at her, distancing her from everyone she loves, including her husband. Because she wasn''t punished by the law, Allie has punished herself, and it''s a life sentence.

Now, Allie stands on the precipice of losing everything. She''s ready for a reckoning, determined to learn how the prank went so horribly wrong. She digs to unearth the truth, but reaches a shocking conclusion that she never saw coming--and neither will the reader.

A deeply emotional examination of family, marriage, and the true nature of justice, Someone Knows is Lisa Scottoline''s most powerful novel to date. Startling, page-turning, and with an ending that''s impossible to forget, this is a tour de force by a beloved author at the top of her game.

Review

“Pure gold….a tour de force, a stunner of a thriller in which ‘knowing’ becomes a wholly subjective term.”— Providence Journal

Praise for Someone Knows and Lisa Scottoline

“[A] heartfelt tale that touches on family, marriage, justice, and how emotional wounds drive the choices people make. Scottoline’s fans will be well satisfied.”— Publishers Weekly 

“Scottoline fills the pages with twists and turns and plenty of skeletons in family closets....[fans] will race to the end.”— Booklist

“This fast-paced tale is sure to astonish readers with a huge twist at the end….A gripping page-turner full of gritty suspense.”— Library Journal

“Lisa Scottoline shows once again why she’s the queen of suspense, delivering a relentless, gut-punch of a thriller that’s sure to stand among the year’s best.”—The Real Book Spy
 
“Someone Knows has all the requisite turmoil, surprises, action and introspection of an enjoyable page-turner.”— Book Reporter

“Lisa Scottoline is one of the very best writers at work today.”—Michael Connelly
 
“Scottoline knows how to keep readers in her grip.”— The New York Times Book Review

“Lisa Scottoline has been added to my shortlist of must-read authors.”—Janet Evanovich
 
“Scottoline is a powerhouse.”—David Baldacci
 
“Scottoline writes riveting thrillers that keep me up all night, with plots that twist and turn.”—Harlan Coben

“Scottoline is a star.”— Time Magazine

“A deliciously distracting thriller...Scottoline illuminat[es] the landing strip of revelations and truths in a deliciously slow and intense way.”— The Washington Post
 
“A nail-biting thriller.”— Kirkus Reviews
    
“Once again, Scottoline has written a gripping stand-alone psychological thriller; fans of domestic suspense will snap this one up.”— Library Journal (starred review)
 
“This twisty thriller about high school secrets and deadly consequences is impossible to put down.”— People 

“Scottoline is the master of inventive plots and relatable characters.”—Huffington Post
 
“Best-selling Scottoline’s latest promises plot twists that will keep readers flipping pages.”— Booklist

“This fast-paced read culminates in a daring chase that would play well on the big screen.”— Publishers Weekly

“Scottoline has become the master of understated terror and leaves no stone unturned in crafting a potboiler of rare depth and emotion.”— Providence Journal

About the Author

Lisa Scottoline is the New York Times-bestselling author of thirty-two novels. She has 30 million copies of her books in print in the United States and has been published in thirty-five countries. Her debut novel, Everywhere that Mary Went, was nominated for an Edgar Award and her recent, After Anna, was a #1 bestseller. Scottoline also writes a weekly column with her daughter for The Philadelphia Inquirer. Lisa has served as President of Mystery Writers of America and has taught a course she developed, "Justice in Fiction" at the University of Pennsylvania Law School, her alma mater. She lives in the Philadelphia area.

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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected copy proof***

Copyright © 2018 Lisa Scottoline

 

Prologue

Nobody tells you that you’ll do things when you’re young that are so stupid, so unbelievably stupid, so horrifically stupid that years later you won’t be able to believe it. You’ll be on your laptop, or reading a book, or pumping gas, and you’ll find yourself shaking your head because you’ll be thinking no, no, no, I did not do that, I was not a part of that, that could not have happened.

You’ll tell yourself that you were young, that you were drinking, that good teenagers make bad decisions all the time. But you know that’s not it. You know that when teenagers get together, something dark can take over. Call it peer pressure, call it a collective idiocy, call it something more primal and monstrous, like whatever makes frat boys haze their so-called brothers to death. Writ large, it makes Nazis murder millions and soldiers torch Vietnamese villages. But whatever you call it, it will make you do the worst thing you ever did in your life. And in your darkest moments, you will wonder if it made you do it, or simply allowed you to.

You know this now but you didn’t then, and you’ll shake your head, thinking I can’t believe I did that, I can’t believe I was a part of that, but you were, and not in Nazi Germany, My Lai, or a frat house, but in the safest place you can imagine—in the suburban housing development where you grew up, specifically in a patch of woods mandated by township zoning, confined by fences, and bordered by the Pennsylvania Turnpike. In other words, in a completely civilized location where even Nature herself is domesticated and nothing ever happens.

Except this one night.

You and your friends decide to play Russian Roulette, a game so obviously lethal that you can’t even imagine what you were thinking. Days later, years later, a decade later, it’s still so unspeakable you can’t say a word to anyone, and all the books you read that you should’ve learned something from—Lord of the Flies, A Separate Peace, and Crime and Punishment—teach you absolutely nothing. You read like a fiend, you always have, but you don’t let the books teach you anything. You never apply them to your life because they’re fiction, or even if they seem real, they’re someone else’s life, not your life, except that you and your friends decided to play a prank and someone blew their brains out in front of you.

You won’t be able to remember exactly what happened because of the booze and the horror, the absolute horror, and yet you won’t be able to forget it, though you’ll spend night after night trying. People say something was a night to remember, but this was a night to forget and yet you can’t forget, and then you’ll hear some random playlist and Rihanna singing don’t act like you forgot and you’ll realize you’ve been acting like you forgot your entire adult life, and you’ll feel accused by a song, nailed by a phrase, and don’t act like you forgot is everything, don’t act like you forgot is all, and you’ll pick up the bottle and say to yourself, I’m acting like I forgot but I didn’t, I didn’t forget, and you’ll need to be put out of your own misery, so you’ll drink and drink, trying to drink yourself to death.

But that takes too long. Years too long. Time doesn’t move fast enough. You learned that the hard way.

One night, you’ll lose patience.

 


 

Chapter One

Allie Garvey

Allie gripped the wheel, heading to the cemetery. The death was awful enough in someone so young, agonizing because it was a suicide. The family would be anguished, wracking their brains, asking why. But Allie knew why, and she wasn’t the only one. There used to be four of them, and now there were three. They had kept it a secret for twenty years. She didn’t know if she could keep it secret another minute.

Allie drove ahead, her thoughts going back to the summer of ’99. She could hear the gunshot ringing in her ears. She could see the blood. It had happened right in front of her. Her gut twisted. She felt wrung by guilt. She had nightmares and flashbacks. She’d been fifteen years old, and it had been a night of firsts. First time hanging with the cool kids. First time getting drunk. First time being kissed. First time falling in love. And then the gunshot.

Allie clenched the wheel, holding on for dear life, to what she didn’t know. To the present. To reality. To sanity. She had to stay strong. She had to be brave. She had to do what needed to be done. She should have done it twenty years ago. She’d kept the secret all this time. She’d been living a contents-under-pressure life. Now she wanted to explode.

Allie approached the cemetery entrance. She knew the others would be there. A reunion of co-conspirators. She hadn’t spoken to them after what had happened. They’d had no contact since. They’d run away from each other and what they’d done. They’d thought getting caught was the worst that could happen. Allie had learned otherwise. Not getting caught was worse.

They’d grown up in Brandywine Hunt, a development in a corner of Chester County, Pennsylvania, where the horse farms had been razed, the trees cleared, and the grassy hills leveled. Concrete pads had been paved for McMansions, and asphalt rolled for driveways. Thoroughbred Road had been the outermost of the development’s concentric streets, and at its center were the clubhouse, pool, tennis and basketball courts, like the prize for the successful completion of a suburban labyrinth.

Allie always thought of her childhood that way, a series of passages that led her to bump into walls. Her therapist theorized it was because of her older sister, Jill, who’d had an illness that Allie had been too young to understand, at first. It had sounded like sis-something, which had made sense to Allie—her sister had sis. Until one nightmarish race to the hospital, with her father driving like a madman and her mother hysterical in the backseat holding Jill, who was frantically gasping for breath, her face turning blue. Allie had watched, terrified at the realization that sis could kill her sister. And when her sister turned seventeen, it did.

Allie bit her lip, catching sight of the wrought-iron fence. Her sister was buried at the same cemetery, the grave marked by a monument sunk into the manicured grass. Its marble was rosy pink, a color Jill had picked out herself, calling it Dead Barbie Pink. Allie remembered that at Jill’s funeral she had cried so hard she laughed, or laughed so hard she cried, she didn’t know which.

Allie braked, waiting for traffic to pass so she could turn. gardens of peace, read the tasteful sign, and it was one of a chain of local cemeteries, fitting for a region of housing developments, as if life could be planned from birth to death.

Her gut tightened again, and she focused on her breathing exercises, in and out, in and out. Yoga and meditation were no match for a guilty conscience. She hadn’t fired the gun, but she was responsible. She replayed the memory at night, tortured with shame. She’d never told anyone, not even her husband. No wonder her marriage was circling the drain.

Allie steered through the cemetery entrance. Pebbled gravel popped beneath the tires of her gray Audi, and she drove toward the black hearse, limos, and parked cars. Mourners were walking to the burial site, and she spotted the other two instantly.

They were walking together, talking, heads down. Gorgeous, privileged, rich. The cool kids, grown up. They didn’t look up or see her. They wouldn’t expect her, since she hadn’t been one of them, not really. They hadn’t followed her life the way she’d followed theirs. She was the one looking at them, never vice versa. That’s how it always is for outsiders.

Allie told herself once more to stay strong. The cool kids believed their secret was going to stay safe forever, but they were wrong.

It was time for forever to end.

 


 

PART ONE

Twenty Years Earlier

This is where we began

Being what we can.

—Stephen Sondheim, “Our Time,” Merrily We Roll Along

 


 

Chapter Two

Allie Garvey

Allie ran up the hill in the woods, her breath ragged and her thighs aching. Her house was just around the corner, and she wished she could sneak home, but she didn’t want to be there, either. Her sister, Jill, had died last summer, and since then the house had felt hollow, empty, silent.

Allie had to keep going, pumping her arms. When Allie had turned nine, her mother had finally explained Jill’s illness, which wasn’t sis but cystic fibrosis. Allie hadn’t known that the disease was fatal back then, or any of the statistics on life expectancy, but when Jill was well enough to travel, the Garveys took trips to Disney World and Hawaii, like a do-it-yourself Make-A-Wish. Her mother said we’re making memories, but Allie didn’t know how to live in the present and the future at the same time. The Garveys smiled hard when they were happy because they were also sad, taking the bitter with the sweet, the good with the bad, every single minute.

Her sister’s coughing was the background noise of her childhood, though Jill muffled the sound at night, not to keep the house awake. Every morning, Jill took antibiotics in pill form, and Pulmozyme and albuterol through a nebulizer. Every time she ate a meal or a snack, she took pancreatic enzymes, and she endured percussive therapy twice a day. Jill never complained, and everyone said she was a trouper, an angel, even a saint, but Allie knew the real Jill, who was funny, goofy, and naughty. The real Jill loved thick books with maps in the front and joked that she was going to smoke when she grew up. The real Jill wasn’t a saint, but something much better. A big sister.

If Jill was dying on the outside, Allie was dying on the inside. When Jill was hurting, Allie couldn’t stop her tears, crying in her pillow for them both. The worst was when she helped with Jill’s percussive therapy. She’d beat her sister’s rib cage to loosen up the mucus, which left them both drenched with effort, just to win a few puffs of something as insubstantial as air. Air. You couldn’t see it, but you couldn’t live without it. It didn’t weigh anything, but it had all the weight in the world. It was like a bad riddle. It was even free. All you had to do was breathe. Take a deep breath, people said, but Jill had never had one of those in her life, which ended after seventeen years, at home.

Allie had been there when Jill died, hugging her in hysterics, clinging to her like a kitten hooking its flimsy nails into a sweater. Allie had been heartbroken, devastated, reeling at the prospect of a life that no longer included Jill. Allie didn’t know who she was without Jill. She was not-Jill in a world that was Jill’s, in a family that revolved around Jill’s illness, specialty meds, and therapies.

Allie didn’t know how her family would fill the hole that Jill left because it was everything. It wasn’t a hole, it was the whole. So it could never be filled. Now, Jill was gone and so were the hospital bed, commode, nebulizers, oxygen tanks, pill bottles. But somehow Jill was everywhere, in the very air. Her absence was her presence, and the girl who could never get air had become it. The Garvey family breathed Jill every moment.

The thought made Allie’s stomach knot, and sweat broke out on her forehead. Tryouts for the cross-country team were coming up, and she needed an extracurricular to get into a good college. She couldn’t sing well enough to make choir, didn’t play an instrument, and was too shy to be onstage. Her guidance counselor told her she should write about Jill for her personal essay, but Allie wasn’t about to write My Sister Died So Let Me Into Penn.

Allie kept running, panting hard, her legs hurting. She’d gained fifteen pounds and was falling so far behind the others she didn’t know how she would catch up. It was how she felt all the time lately. Behind. After Jill’s funeral, Allie was supposed to go to school like nothing ever happened, but that was impossible. The other girls had best friends, but Allie’s best friend was Jill. She didn’t fit in any of the cliques, like the pretty princesses, the field-hockey jocks, the fast girls who smoked, the Goths, druggies, mathletes, or Ecology Club hippies. The boys called her Allie Gravy, and she was behind everyone, a permanent little sister to the world.

Suddenly a silhouette appeared at the top of the hill. It was Sasha Barrow, captain of the development’s running team and one of the most popular girls in school. Sasha was tall, lean, and totally beautiful, with big blue eyes, a tiny nose, and not a single zit. She had on a cool blue Nike tank and silky dolphin shorts, like a professional runner compared with Allie’s thick Phillies T-shirt and old gray gym shorts. Sasha ran for the development team as a way to stay in shape for the cross-country team at school.

“Hurry up!” Sasha shouted, her hands on her slim hips.

Allie sped up, but her ankle turned and she tumbled to the ground, landing on her butt. Her face went red and hot. She tried to get up, but her ankle hurt and she eased back down. Her knee was skinned, a grid of droplets.

“What are you doing down there?”

“I fell!”

“I can see that!”

Then why did you ask? Jill would have said. But Allie didn’t.

“Come on!”

“Just go! I’m fine!”

“What’s your name again?” Sasha came down the incline, her sleek ponytail swinging back and forth. She had on a wide black headband that Allie could never wear because they popped off her head.

“Allie Garvey.”

“Are you in my class?” Sasha reached Allie and stood over her.

“Yes, in the other section. I live in Brandywine Hunt, too, on Percheron.” Allie realized she was answering questions she hadn’t been asked. She didn’t know how to act around Sasha Barrow, who was wearing blue mascara. Allie hadn’t even known that mascara came in colors.

“I’m on Pinto.”

“I know,” Allie said, then regretted it, wiping her brow. Sasha wasn’t sweating and smelled like vanilla. Allie sweated like a pig and smelled like cellulite.

“Okay, so get up, Allie.”

“Please, go back with the others. I’ll be fine.”

“Try!” Sasha’s pursed lips glistened with pink gloss.

“I’m not going to make the team.”

“Duh.”

Allie’s mouth went dry. She felt nervous around Sasha Barrow. She tried to think of what Jill would have said. Jill had attitude.

“Allie. You really can’t get up?”

And then, Allie did it. For one moment, she summoned Jill’s spirit and said exactly what Jill would have said. “If I could, would I be sitting where worms could crawl in my vagina?”

Sasha burst into laughter, and Allie could see why Sasha was popular, and it wasn’t only that she was pretty. There was a wild spark about her, a natural confidence.

“I’ll try to get up.” Allie shifted.

Suddenly Sasha pointed down the hill. “Look,” she whispered. “What are they up to?”

Allie turned to see that two boys in tennis whites were digging under the base of a tree with a sharp bend in its trunk, at the bottom of the hill. Leafy branches covered the boys from view, but Allie recognized David Hybrinski right away. He was dreamy, with a great smile even though he never had braces. His hair was thick and wavy, a reddish-brown color, and he was tall, with a muscular body that made him look older. Allie always saw him hitting against the backboard at the tennis courts while Jill was swimming the laps that were supposed to increase her lung capacity. When David hit the ball over the fence, he’d call to the kids, little help, please, and they’d fetch the ball for him like puppy dogs.

“Who’s the boy with David?” Allie whispered.

“Julian Browne. He lives across the street from me, but he goes to Lutheran now.” Sasha’s eyes glittered. “Let’s bust them.”

“What?” Allie asked, but Sasha was already cupping her hands around her mouth.

“Hey, down there! Freeze, this is the police! You’re under arrest!”

The boys looked up, startled, then burst into relieved laughter, which echoed in the quiet woods. Sasha pulled Allie to her feet, looping an arm around her shoulders, and started down the hill with her, while Allie smoothed her hair back, trying to look good, though this wouldn’t have been the day she’d pick to meet David Hybrinski. She’d sweated off her flesh-toned Clearasil, and her long brown curls frizzed. At least her braces were finally off and her eyes were a nice blue, but boys weren’t into eyes. She pulled her damp T-shirt away from her body, so David couldn’t see the blubber that made her belly button into a big O, like a mouth shouting, LOOK AT MY FAT!

They got closer, and Sasha called out, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing!” Julian was shorter than David and handsome in a preppy way, with hazel eyes, a refined nose, and a small mouth with thin lips. His hair was straight, brown, and shiny, and he looked lean in a white T-shirt that said crt sports camp. He covered whatever they were digging, then stood up as the girls reached the bottom of the hill.

“What’s going on?” Sasha let go of Allie, as the boys stood side by side. Their bicycles and backpacks lay on the ground nearby.

“I told you, nothing,” Julian repeated, his smile sly.

“Buried treasure,” David added. “Gold doubloons.”

“Come on, what is it?” Sasha took a step toward them. “Tell me.”

David noticed Allie and flashed her a smile. “I know you. You’re in the other section.”

“Yeah, and I live in the development, too.” Allie couldn’t believe David Hybrinski knew who she was. She felt so seen, and he had such a nice way about him, like a gentleman. Up close, his eyes were as brown as a Hershey bar.

Sasha gestured at the other boy. “Julian, where are your manners? Introduce yourself to Allie Garvey.”

“Julian Browne,” the other boy said, flashing a big grin, and Allie started to wonder if the cool kids were just big smiles hanging in the air, like the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland. Jill used to read it to Allie when she was little, and Allie had thought the title was Allison Wonderland.

Julian kept smiling. “I don’t know if you can keep a secret, Sasha.”

“Of course.” Sasha snorted. “And if you don’t tell me what it is, I’ll come back and dig it up myself.”

David turned to Allie. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Yes.” Allie hid her excitement that he was talking to her.

“Okay, then. Come look.” Julian moved the backpack, crouched, and started digging with his hands. “I had this project for Environmental Bio. Indigenous wildflower identification. I was looking for bluets.”

“What’s that?” Sasha asked.

“It’s a blue flower.” Julian kept digging as he spoke. “It’s like a cornflower or a forget-me-not.”

“And you have to do this over the summer? Is this a private school thing?” Sasha made a face, but Allie didn’t think anything bad about private school. Her parents had talked about private school for Jill, but they ended up with tutors, which was how Allie learned some French. She and Jill used to say tant pis because it sounded like tant pee, then Jill started saying tant penis, which cracked them up.

Julian kept digging. “My mother told me that bluets don’t bloom late in the summer, so I should look now, in the woods. Of course it’s not a real woods. We have to leave a certain percentage of the woods or the township won’t let us build.”

Sasha said to Allie, “Julian’s father built the development.”

“His company did,” Julian corrected her. “He does business as Browne Land Management.”

“Oh,” Allie said, impressed. Her father was an orthodontist in Exton, and he didn’t do business as anything but Dr. Garvey. It bugged him that he hadn’t gone to medical school, only dental, and one time, at their hotel in Orlando, one of the guests got sick and the manager called her father. He had to admit he wasn’t a medical doctor.

“I saw a patch of bluets under this tree. I started taking pictures, then I noticed this paper sticking out of the dirt.” Julian finished digging, and both boys moved away from the hole, revealing a wrinkled piece of newspaper wrapped around something. They unwrapped it like a gift, but it was a gun.

Allie gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

“Whoa!” Sasha hooted. “Let me have it!”

 


 

Chapter Three

Sasha Barrow

“Let me have it!” Sasha felt a bolt of excitement when she saw the gun, which had a short shiny barrel and a dark wooden handle. She leaned over to pick it up, but Julian caught her hand.

“No, don’t.”

“I want to hold it.”

“Why?”

“Why not?” Sasha couldn’t believe that Julian was asking her such a stupid question. She couldn’t believe that he was saying no to her, either. He’d been in love with her forever. “Have you ever held a gun?”

“Not before this one.”

“David, have you?” Sasha turned to him.

“Sure. My uncle hunts. He has rifles and a handgun just like this.”

“What kind of gun is it?”

“A .38 special. A revolver. It’s old.”

“How old?”

“I don’t know. This newspaper is from June 2, 1995.” David held up a crumpled sports page. “Doesn’t mean it was buried that day, but whatever.”

Sasha returned her attention to Julian. “Julian, it’s not yours just because you found it.”

Julian smiled. “Ever hear of finders keepers?”

“How old are you? Twelve?”

Julian’s smile evaporated, and Sasha reminded herself to be nicer. Her father always said you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar and that her mother should try it sometime. Sasha knew her parents were going to get divorced someday, because her mother was human vinegar.

Sasha forced a smile. “Can I please just hold it?”

“Guys?” Allie raised her hand. “If you found a gun, I think you should take it to the police. I mean, you guys heard about Columbine. You can’t have a gun. It’s zero-tolerance. Just turn it in.”

“Who asked you?” Sasha glared at Allie, who wasn’t even a friend of theirs.

“But it could be a murder weapon.” Allie shuddered. “Why would somebody bury a gun? Is it loaded?”

“No,” Julian answered.

Sasha snorted. “Julian, let’s load it!”

“We don’t have any bullets.”

“Then buy some! Don’t you want to shoot it? Let’s do it!”

Julian shook his head. “We can’t. People will hear. The houses are too close.”

“So let’s go somewhere else!” Sasha threw up her hands. “Duh!”

“No, don’t.” Allie clucked. “You probably need a permit, and it’s dangerous.”

Sasha turned to her, angry. “Allie, don’t be stupid. It’s a gun, not a bomb. No police are going to know we have it. We could put it in a backpack.”

David shook his head. “I agree with Allie. I don’t think we should move it. Even though it’s old, the owner could come back for it. We don’t want to let on we found it.”

“Oh, enough!” Sasha dove between the boys, grabbed the gun, and scooted a few steps away.

Julian advanced on Sasha. “Give it back, please. It’s not a toy.”

“Oh my God, this is amazing!” Sasha loved holding the gun. It felt heavy in her hand and packed so much power. Even without bullets, it excited her.

Julian held out his hand. “Sasha, please?”

“No, I just want to see it!” Sasha held him off with an arm. The metal was silver, and she ran a fingertip along the side, where it had been damaged. “This is scratched.”

Julian nodded. “They destroyed the serial numbers so the gun couldn’t be traced.”

“How do you know that?”

“I researched it. The round part is the cylinder, where the bullets go. The holes that hold the bullets are called ‘chambers.’ There are five, so it holds five bullets. Or ‘rounds.’”

“And the cylinder revolves.” Sasha pressed a little lever, which freed the cylinder to spin. “That’s why they call it a revolver.”

“Exactly.” Julian smiled.

“It feels really good.” Sasha aimed the gun, double-fisted. She was pretty sure she could hit anything she wanted. It was a thrill.

David frowned. “Sasha, you’re being freaky.”

Allie added, “Sasha, we have to get going. They’ll notice we’re missing.”

“Almost done.” Sasha flopped the gun over in her palm and pressed the lever again. The cylinder popped open, revealing five perfectly round chambers, then she closed it again.

“Give it back.” Julian held out his hand. “And you have to agree to not tell anybody about it. Agree?”

“Bang!” Sasha shouted, pretending to shoot him, and they all laughed.

Except Allie.

 


Chapter Four

David Hybrinski

David worried that the gun wasn’t a secret anymore. He hid his annoyance as Sasha gave it back to Julian, who rewrapped it in the newspaper. Sasha had a million friends, and she wouldn’t keep it to herself for long. She was used to having her own way. Pretty girls got away with murder.

“Here we go.” Julian started to put the gun in the hole, but Sasha stopped him, frowning.

“I think Allie should have to touch the gun, so all of our fingerprints are on it. Like, we’re in possession, and we could get caught, so she should be in possession, too.”

Julian hesitated, but David knew that Julian would do whatever Sasha wanted. He always did. David, Julian, and Sasha had gone to elementary and middle school together, but Julian had gone to Lutheran Academy for high school. David had thought Julian was going to jump off a bridge because it wasn’t Sasha’s school, but his parents had made him go. They didn’t think he was challenged enough in the public school. When David told his mother that, she laughed. Because she was a teacher in a public school.

Allie made a face. “I don’t want to touch the gun.”

“You have to,” Sasha shot back. “Why don’t you want your fingerprints on the gun?”

“It’s not that, it’s just that I don’t, well, I don’t really want to touch it.”

Julian unwrapped the gun. “Allie, you should touch it. We all keep the secret. We’re all in the pact.”

“What pact?” Allie frowned, leaning back on her hurt ankle.

“Just do it.” Sasha raised her voice, and David knew Allie was no match for Sasha, who was definitely going to win this argument. Allie was too nice, and he remembered that her big sister died. He couldn’t even think how he would feel if his big brother died. The school planted a tree for Allie’s sister, but David doubted that was any consolation.

Sasha met Julian’s eye directly. “Give it to Allie, so she can touch it.”

Julian held out the gun. “Allie, it’s not that big a deal.”

David felt bad for her. “Allie, do it to make them happy.”

Sasha shot David a dirty look, but didn’t say anything.

“Oh, fine.” Allie patted the gun quickly, then handed it back to Julian. “Here.”

David liked Allie for standing up to Sasha. Sasha was too mean to other girls. He remembered how a few years ago, some girl skater tried to break Nancy Kerrigan’s leg, and he’d thought, That’s something Sasha would do.

There was a shout, and they looked up to see one of the other runners standing at the top of the hill. “Sasha, Allie!” she called out, her shout scattering the birds from the trees. “What are you doing?”

“Allie turned her ankle!” Sasha called back coolly. “We’ll be right up!”

David edged his backpack over the open hole. Sasha stepped next to him, blocking the girl’s view.

The girl called down, “Is Allie okay?”

“Yes, go back and tell them we’re coming!”

The girl turned around and ran off.

David exhaled slowly, with relief.

“Let’s bury this thing.” Julian squatted, moved the backpack, and put the gun in the hole.

“Pack it deep.” David knelt next to him, shoving mounds of dirt over the gun. His father would kill him if he got in trouble. He had to get good grades and do well. He played varsity tennis and was already a nationally ranked junior player. The next Pete Sampras, his father always said. Meanwhile Sasha and Allie were starting up the hill.

“See you guys,” Sasha called over her shoulder.

“Catch you later,” Julian said, pressing down on the dirt.

“Remember, no telling, Sasha.” David pushed dirt into the hole, relieved to see that it covered the gun completely.

Sasha didn’t reply. “Allie, you have to go fast or she’ll come back.”

“I’m going as fast as I can.”

“Fine,” Sasha said in a way that meant it wasn’t fine.

David packed down the dirt, recognizing Sasha’s tone of voice because his mother used the same one when his father worked late. He wondered when Sasha had turned into his mom, but whatever. She was Julian’s crush, not his.

Julian brushed dirt off his hands. “We need leaves for on top. It can’t look freshly buried.”

“Good idea.” David felt the tension ease in his chest. Julian was smart, even if he was a little weird. They’d been best friends since they both took tennis lessons on the courts at the development. They grew up bonding over forehands and videogames like Doom and Donkey Kong and became a doubles team in middle school, winning local tournaments. David was the better player because Julian ran around his backhand. David had taught him not to. Turn your body. Get your racket back. You can do it. That was how David knew Julian didn’t have as much confidence as he acted.

“Here we go.” Julian hurried over with dried leaves and twigs, letting them fall to the ground. “What do you think?”

“Good job.” David could hear the girls arguing as they climbed the hill, then suddenly Allie yelped. He looked over to see Allie sitting on the ground, holding her ankle. Sasha was standing over her, her hands on her hips, another thing that David’s mother did.

Sasha yelled down the hill. “Julian, come here!”

“We’re coming!” Julian stood up, grabbing his backpack, with his tennis racket zippered into the top. “David, we can get the bikes later.”

“Sasha’s in a mood, isn’t she?” David rose and picked up his backpack, too.

“Allie’s such a baby.” Julian started up the hill.

“She’s hurt. She fell on her ankle.”

“It’s not like she broke it.”

“A sprain can hurt worse than a break.”

Julian snorted. “If you’re fat.”

“Shh.” David didn’t want Allie to hear, but he got the feeling that Julian didn’t care. They reached the girls, and David stepped in and took Allie by the arm. “Allie, I’ll help you. All you have to do is stand up. One, two—”

“Not too fast!” Allie said, nervous.

“I’ll go slow, don’t worry. One, two, three.” David eased Allie to a stand and looped her arm around his neck. “There you go.”

“Thanks.” Allie smiled shakily.

“We’ll go ahead.” Sasha started back up the hill, and Julian hurried to fall into step with her. They headed off, laughing and talking in low tones.

David knew they were making fun of Allie, and Allie knew it, too. He wished he could tell her not to care. They climbed the hill slowly, with Allie huffing and puffing, holding on to his neck. He didn’t have a hard time talking to girls, but he felt tongue-tied with Allie, maybe because her sister died. He didn’t know whether to bring up the sister or not, then he thought that if his brother died, he wouldn’t want to talk about it, so he didn’t say anything. Her body felt warm against his side, and their hips kept bumping together. She smelled like flowers, but not perfume. Nice, like soap.

Allie hopped along. “I’m sorry I’m so . . . heavy.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Whatever, I like heavy things.” David looked over, and Allie burst into startled laughter, so he realized that was the wrong thing to say. “No, I mean, like, my favorite book is a thousand pages. I’m not kidding. It’s heavy but it’s a great book.”

Allie nodded. “I love thick books, too. With maps in the front.”

“Really?” David liked her, or maybe he felt sorry for her, but either way it came out the same.

“What’s your favorite book?”

David told her, and then he couldn’t stop talking.

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Mystery Gal
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Another author becomes formulaic
Reviewed in the United States on April 15, 2019
That''s it for me and Scottoline. I used to enjoy her early lady lawyer thrillers, but soon she was just cranking them out according to the same make-a-buck formula. I gave it one more try with Someone Knows, but this time, Scottoline followed someone else''s formula: Liane... See more
That''s it for me and Scottoline. I used to enjoy her early lady lawyer thrillers, but soon she was just cranking them out according to the same make-a-buck formula. I gave it one more try with Someone Knows, but this time, Scottoline followed someone else''s formula: Liane Moriarty, of whose books I''ve also wearied. Set up a situation that happened twenty years ago, tell the story from the vantage points of four or more participants, bury the key 50-word scene so far in the middle of the narrative that nobody will be able to remember it, then conclude with an interminable, multiple chapter chase scene. Add a self-involved, whiny main character so annoying you almost wish she WOULD bite the dust, and there you have it. And what''s with the incessant, unnecessary italics?? Overall rating, as one of her characters puts it: Meh.
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Jane Schneider
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Didn''t Even Finish
Reviewed in the United States on April 11, 2019
I have read many books by this author through the years. This was a total miss for me. All characters came with too much baggage that was overwrought and overdone. The result was there were few characters to like. I am someone who needs to like a few characters, or at... See more
I have read many books by this author through the years. This was a total miss for me.
All characters came with too much baggage that was overwrought and overdone. The result was there were few characters to like. I am someone who needs to like a few characters, or at least not dismiss them as seeming unredeeming of integrity.
I don''t understand the 5 star reviews. This book did nothing to hold my interest, indeed, I left it unfinished.
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The Worst She''s Ever Had Published
Reviewed in the United States on April 19, 2019
I have long been a fan of Lisa Scottoline''s novels and admired her ability to create fully developed and interesting characters within attention-holding plots. "Someone Knows" doesn''t make it on either of those scores. The story is so unrealistic as to be completely... See more
I have long been a fan of Lisa Scottoline''s novels and admired her ability to create fully developed and interesting characters within attention-holding plots. "Someone Knows" doesn''t make it on either of those scores. The story is so unrealistic as to be completely unbelievable and the characters are caricatures--nothing about any of them, as drawn by the author, was interesting or believable. None of them were even remotely likable. The only reason I kept reading to the end was my hope (belief?) that Scottoline couldn''t possibly write something so completely off her normal track and it had to get better. It never did. She should return to her South Philly Italian-American female lawyer stories. They were good and interest holding and the characters were both believable and likable. Reading this book was a total waste of my time. I couldn''t recommend it to anyone.
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lindaq6025
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Disappointing
Reviewed in the United States on April 13, 2019
It is difficult for me to write a negative review for this author. I am a huge fan of Lisa Scottoline and have liked all of her previous novels. This started out seeming more like a Young Adult novel. As it unfolded, I had to wonder how much pain and sorrow some of these... See more
It is difficult for me to write a negative review for this author. I am a huge fan of Lisa Scottoline and have liked all of her previous novels. This started out seeming more like a Young Adult novel. As it unfolded, I had to wonder how much pain and sorrow some of these families could take. While the ending was an interesting twist, it was almost too unbelievable. I kept hoping it was going to become more satisfying instead of less. For me it was a dark and sad story. Very disappointing and overall unenjoyable. The 3 stars is because, as usual, Lisa develops her characters and their relationships well.
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J.K
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Compelling
Reviewed in the United States on April 9, 2019
Someone Knows is a compelling read. Four teenagers'' lives are irrevocably changed one night in the woods with lasting repercussions. Each has personal demons to grapple with, with one being a human demon. Halfway through, he author reveals a key piece in the story and... See more
Someone Knows is a compelling read. Four teenagers'' lives are irrevocably changed one night in the woods with lasting repercussions. Each has personal demons to grapple with, with one being a human demon. Halfway through, he author reveals a key piece in the story and puzzle pieces fit better, or so you think. Until Scottoline throws one more curve ball at the very end to shatter the readers'' complacency that they know how the story ends. Fantastic read with lots of curves and twists. Thanks to Penguin First Read for the early copy.
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SQ
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Sadly, a miss
Reviewed in the United States on April 14, 2019
I''m a big fan of Lisa Scottoline and have read most of her books, but this one was very disappointing. The twist at the end was fine, but the last twist was ridiculous. It read like a young adult novel, although even young adults would have a hard time liking any of the... See more
I''m a big fan of Lisa Scottoline and have read most of her books, but this one was very disappointing. The twist at the end was fine, but the last twist was ridiculous. It read like a young adult novel, although even young adults would have a hard time liking any of the characters.
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Sally Schmidt
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Another great thriller from Lisa Scottoline
Reviewed in the United States on April 18, 2019
Lisa Scottoline is the author I always, always, always preorder and her latest novel Someone Knows once again demonstrates why. Scottoline has the ability to draw you completely into the story and to experience a full range of emotions. And she is spot on with her... See more
Lisa Scottoline is the author I always, always, always preorder and her latest novel Someone Knows once again demonstrates why. Scottoline has the ability to draw you completely into the story and to experience a full range of emotions. And she is spot on with her portrayal of the characters. Those teenagers felt so true. Reading Someone Knows I felt as if I was back in high school.

The story opens with Allie Garvey returning to the upscale Philadelphia suburb she grew up in for the funeral of a former classmate. A classmate that she shared a horrible experience and secret with, along with three other students, twenty years ago. Allie was an outsider then and she is an outsider now. She’s never gotten over the guilt about what happened and it’s affected every aspect of her life. When she reconnects with the last two remaining students, she sees the mean kids are now the mean adults. Are we already who we are going to be as adults by the time we are teenagers?

You know from the start that five kids went into the woods and four came out, so as each character is introduced you wonder if that’s the one. Every time they go into the woods you wonder if that’s the time. The suspense just keeps building.

After the funeral Allie is determined to find out what really happened once and for all. But it’s not as simple as that. There was so much more going on then, and now, than anybody realized. She and others are in real danger.

I couldn’t stop turning the pages. Each answer came with another question. As the action ramped up the chapters got shorter and shorter. I wanted to know what happened but at the same time was almost afraid to find out. And the ending – wow! I thought I was at the end more than once because the story had come to a very satisfactory conclusion. But Scottoline wasn’t done yet, and off we went again. I did not see the ending coming but it worked perfectly. As always, I thoroughly enjoyed this latest Lisa Scottoline book, highly recommend it and can’t wait for the next one. I purchased my copy of Someone Knows and all opinions are my own.
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Jill
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Ditto: Didn’t Finish
Reviewed in the United States on July 14, 2019
I have read several Lisa Scottoline books so I looked forward to reading this book. There is nothing good to say about the book other than the plot had potential. Each chapter is written from a different character’s perspective, but there aren’t one or two characters,... See more
I have read several Lisa Scottoline books so I looked forward to reading this book. There is nothing good to say about the book other than the plot had potential. Each chapter is written from a different character’s perspective, but there aren’t one or two characters, there must be half a dozen, so the book doesn’t flow, it jumps around, feels choppy. (Where was the editor?). The characters are cliche. Each character has some major stereotypical crisis to deal with: dead sister, pedophile jailed father, business going under, confused sexual identity teen, unavailable mother leading to spoilt rich kid, bullying... all in one book! Mother in the psych ward, forgot that one. Then there is the dialogue! The dialogue is a step above run Dick run, see Dick run. And then there is the way the plot is presented- it had potential. But, instead, it makes 16-18 years appear incredibly stupid. What normal kid with half a brain would contemplate for more than a day in a sober state whether or not to play Russian roulette to gain acceptance by a group of 3 other kids? And for 3 kids to let the one girl bully them? All because of what? They were sexually attracted, wanted to be her friend? Lame. Not enough motivation.
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Patricia Yasinski
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The best
Reviewed in Canada on February 14, 2021
Wow this book was riveting . Never would have dreamed that Allies dad was the one who loaded that gun then didn’t take the bullet out , but he did t know someone knew
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Loreta
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Outstanding...
Reviewed in Canada on December 29, 2020
So many shades of grey. So many twists. You won’t be able to put it down. Oh sleepless nights. Worth the dark circles around the eyes.
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Catriona Scott
3.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
A bit disappointing really
Reviewed in Australia on August 4, 2019
I love Lisa Scottoline''s books generally. This one seemed to run out of steam and the plot just seemed to go nowhere. The twist felt like the author didn''t really know what to do next so came up with a twist that just seemed to come from nowhere.
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Brent
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This is a very small paperback with very small print.
Reviewed in Canada on March 4, 2020
This is a very small paperback with teeny tiny print. It is not standard paperback size of 15 cm by 24 cm.
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CraftyGirl
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Scottoline does not disappoint
Reviewed in Canada on August 1, 2020
I have been a fan for a long time. Lisa''s plots are always gripping, emotional.
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