The Other Side of Dark
Joan Lowery Nixon
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EDGAR AWARD WINNER
For fans of Gillian Flynn, Caroline Cooney, and R.L. Stine comes The Other Side of Dark from four-time Edgar Allen Poe Young Adult Mystery Award winner Joan Lowery Nixon.
Stacy wakes up in a hospital room, in a body she doesn’t recognize. Her mother is dead—murdered—and Stacy is recovering from a gunshot wound. She is the sole eyewitness to the crime, but she has only a shadowy memory of the killer’s face. Will Stacy be able to regain a clear memory of that fateful day before the killer reaches her?
The Other Side of Dark is one of Joan Lowery Nixon’s most intriguing, suspenseful, and dramatic mysteries.
“The compelling premise…and Nixon’s mastery of suspense are gripping.” –Publishers Weekly
“Tense and dramatic…[The Other Side of Dark has a] quick pace, and the determined protagonist should attract and hold readers.” –School Library Journal
know how to explain it. It’s something you’ll feel inside. You’ll find it out for yourself.” He sighs. “Maybe your mother would have known how to explain these things to you.” I don’t know what to say to him to make him feel better. I take his right hand and hold it tightly. “I love you, Daddy.” He gives his head a little shake, as though he were trying to toss away a lot of painful memories, and says, “I love you too.” The door slams open so suddenly that I gasp. Monty, the shaggy-haired
choice. Jan’s hair looked good, not like that reporter’s. I study my face. I’m getting a little more used to it now. It’s not too bad. I wish my nose weren’t so long and my eyes were bigger, but on the whole I kind of like this face. It’s so much like the face I was used to seeing on Donna. Quickly I get the lipstick from the drawer of my bedside table and run back to the bathroom with it. I smooth it on with my little finger. There. Maybe later I’ll try some of the eye stuff. Not now. I
out soon after I get back to my room. Dr. Peterson joins us, and Alice comes in to help me pack. I am starting to get a little shaky, thinking about what it will be like to be back in our own house without Mom there too, when the phone rings. It’s Detective Markowitz. “They told me you were checking out. Will you be able to come downtown this morning to look through some mug shots?” “Do you think that will help me remember?” “It’s worth a try.” “Then, I’ll be there.” “Ask your father,” he
understand that Mrs. Latham is just playing devil’s advocate,” he says. “What’s that?” Mrs. Latham looks up at the ceiling as though appealing for help, then back down to me. “It means,” she says, “that Jarrod Tucker’s defense attorney is going to ask you a great many questions. We’re trying to anticipate some of them. We want all the answers before we go to court.” I blow my nose and lean toward her, looking her straight in the eyes. “Okay. I want to help in any way I can. But there’s a
supervisor has a new secretary. She didn’t know—” “Patients should have privacy, and—” “I agree. I agree. Unfortunately they don’t let nurses make the rules, although—” I get to my feet, and the walls of the room lean a little to the left and then to the right. So I rest my head against the wall to steady it. “Oh, Stacy,” Donna says, and her arms are around me. I can feel the warm bulge of her belly against mine. “Donna,” I murmur against her hair, “I want to go home. Take me home.” “As