The Summer it Came for Us comes out next Wednesday, February 1, and in honor of its upcoming release, I thought I'd tease you with a few snippets!
The Summer it Came for Us
“Yo, I found Vincent,” Jace hollered from the other side of
the car, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.
Heart in my throat, I rushed around the hood and found Jace
kneeling over a patch of mud.
“Look.” He pointed to a deep shoe print in the mud, right
outside the passenger door—Vincent’s footprints. “He got out of the car.”
The next shoe print, I had stepped on.
I backed away from it, then quickly spotted the next one.
“He started walking up the hill.”
Malcolm was already ahead of us. He pointed down at a deep
handprint. “Looks like he stumbled, landed on his hand . . .
crawled through here”—Malcolm whacked through a bush, which had clearly been
trampled on—“and kept going on the other side.”
“He was heading back to the road!” Following the footprints,
I bounded after Malcolm, excitement buzzing in my nerves.
All we had to do was follow the footprints, and we’d find
“He got up again,” Malcolm narrated, pointing to the last
handprint, “staggered into this clearing . . .”
“Then lost his shoe.” Zoe pointed out the New Balance
sneaker wedged in the mud.
I pried it up to give back to him.
“Look, his stride changes here,” said Malcolm. “He started
“Fast, it looks
like,” I said, judging by the long, widely spaced smears in the mud, every
other one clearly made by a sock.
“He kept going,” said Malcolm, “kept running, and
then . . .”
Malcolm abruptly fell silent, frowning down at the mud.
I came up behind him, saw what he was looking at, and felt
an icy tingle draw down my spine.
In the middle of the clearing—with no sign of a
body and no sign of a struggle—Vincent’s footsteps simply ended.
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