English - Murder On The Lake - Audiobook Intro Preface
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The lake The summer I turned 16 and got my license. Kyle Lewis was pulled it from the lake. It was a week before christmas and he pressed down over the town. People went to the lake to cool off, but Kyle didn't drown. There was no water in his lungs Coming back now, 10 years past. Like always, when I return to visit my parents, I found myself slowing down when I reached the lake, the turn off was on the long road which led to the house and then on into the town and I felt myself pulled towards it as if a magnet lee in the deep center of it. Drawing me, I stopped and got in the car and stood there on the side of the road looking out toward the water, the shimmer of the sun on the still surface. The memories rushed back at me the evenings my father and I spent out in the garage working on the car he bought for us to do up together. My sister sobbing on the table and the mother comforted while my father stood silent. Long days of summer and the police and the rumors, people whispered to one another, the swag of the Ryan brothers around town and the last days of Kyle's life recounted to police by those who've seen him That day. It slept until 11. He and my sister Taylor had been up late drinking the night before and when they woke up, the empty bottles and the glasses were still on the bench. The smell of Booze hung in the air of the little house. They lived on the same long road as my parents did, but further into the town. I passed the house each day when I'm back home from school dreaming of the day my car would finally be ready for me. Kyle was hung over and he sat on the couch and rolled a cigarette while tailor made them coffee. She asked him if he wanted anything to eat and he said no, he wasn't hugging me. He was quiet and she knew he was worried. He was worried because he owed Dean and his brothers Pete money. And they were getting impatient when told us the police wanted to know what he owed them for. Taylor said he bought some car parts of veteran and hadn't paid him yet, but eventually she told them the truth. By then he'd been found only called the morgue and she wasn't worried anymore about what might happen to him. It already had. My father cut him off with a hard laugh. That piece of sh it you're driving is not worth $500, let alone 5000. You come here begging me for money at least have the guts not to lie about it. A liar was one of the things my father despised most, almost as much as he did a man who would hit a woman, my sister's boyfriend was bought those things. All right, but it's not what it sounds like, Kyle said, his tone thin and pleading away. I had never heard him speak to my sister for he had never crawled. I sold some pot for them and I owe them money for it. It was only a one time thing. I just got to get square with them. It was a version of the story I'd heard, which was that he'd been selling a long time for them and he'd only skimmed a small amount, but they'd added interest. Dad stood up straight from the bench and even though he was the same size as Kyle, he seemed to loom over him. You want me to fix your mess now, what sort of man are you? It was a question. Both asked and answered in a scratching. To a liar. A coward. The worst kind. I knew exactly what sort of man my father was, what he expected me to be a man who was strong, who didn't cry or complain or took care of his family. Then my dad spoke again. I know what kind of trouble you're in. I'll pay the Ryan brothers off for you and you leave town, be my daughter. That's the deal, Kyle made an odd noise, helpless and angry, sounding. You can't just tell me to leave town. The words went all the way out and my father had him around the collar slammed him back against the wall. You think I give a **** if Dean ran finishes you off, you're in my house now and if I ever see you, much as a scratch in my daughter's again, I'll break both your arms. Then he stepped back, folded his arms again, as if the moment had never happened. Everything felt still. The only sound was a fly buzzing against the window, loud and frantic.