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eBook Category: Young Adult/Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description: Parkers Ryder's best friend is dead. Everyone says the accident wasn't his fault, but Parker can barely live with the guilt. But now all of a sudden, Parker is getting strange e-mails. It seems that someone else doesn't want Parker to live with the guilt ... or live at all!

eBook Publisher: Echelon Press/Quake, Published: 2007, 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2007

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Words: 7413
Reading time: 21-29 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1590805909

A week had passed since the funeral, and though Parker knew it would take a long time to recover from Connor's death, some of the pain and guilt he'd been feeling was beginning to ease.

Melanie had been a tremendous help to him the past week--giving him a shoulder to cry on, a person to talk to, and never-ending support. Although it made him feel like a girl to let all these emotions out, he knew that in the long run, it would help in the healing process.

Cal had been at Parker's house almost every second of the week, acting as though he were a new resident living in the house because, although Parker was the driver of the vehicle that night, he had been en route to pick up Cal for their trio's usual night on the town. Naturally, Cal felt the blame for the accident as well and he felt better to be around a close friend during his time of grieving, though he seemed to be recovering from the pain and guilt faster than Parker was.

Tonight, Parker sat alone at his computer while Cal was downstairs scouring the kitchen for something edible to eat and Melanie was taking her usual hour-long shower, belting out the lyrics to her new favorite song.

First thing was first, though. He needed to check his E-Mail. Clicking on the icon, the screen popped up and immediately began receiving mail. Dozens of E-Mails poured in, some expressing their sympathy, others urging him to buy their products. Scanning down the list of names to see if anything caught his eye, his hand quit scrolling down the list and his eyes froze on a single sender name: Connor Rydell--July 22.

His breath caught in his throat and he blinked several times to try and clear the hallucination that was appearing on his screen. But the name stayed. Shining clear as day. He had received an E-Mail from Connor.

Eights days after his death.

Immediately he clicked off his monitor, staring at his pale reflection in the now black screen. Was this some kind of sick joke? Or was it merely an eight-day delay in the receiving process?

Taking a deep breath, he clicked back on the monitor and, sure enough, the E-Mail was still there, staring him in the face. With shaking hands, he opened up the E-Mail.