Skin Privilege

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Authors: Karin Slaughter
Tags: thriller, Suspense, Mystery
unemployment so they could sit around and drink. Vacations were for the wealthy – people who could afford to miss a couple of days of work and still pay the electric bill.
    Hank owned a bar on the outskirts of Reece, and once he had stopped injecting the profits into his veins, Sibyl and Lena had lived a fairly comfortable life compared to their neighbors. Sure, the roof on their house was bowed and a 1963 Chevy truck had been on blocks in the backyard for as long as she could remember, but they always had food on the table and each year when school came around, Hank drove the girls into Augusta and bought them new clothes.
    Lena should have been grateful, but she was not.
    Sibyl had been eight when Hank, on a drunken bender, had slammed his car into her. Lena had been using an old tennis ball to play catch with her sister. She overthrew, and when Sibyl ran into the driveway and leaned down to pick up the ball, the bumper of Hank’s reversing car had caught her in the temple. There hadn’t even been much blood -just a thin cut following the line of her skull – but the damage was done. Sibyl hadn’t been able to see anything after that, and no matter how many Alcoholics Anonymous meetings Hank attended or how supportive he tried to be, in the back of her mind, Lena always saw his car hitting her sister, the surprised look on Sibyl’s face as she crumpled to the ground.
    Yet, here Lena was, using up one of her valuable vacation days to go check on the old bastard. Hank hadn’t telephoned in two weeks, which was strange. Even though she seldom returned his calls, he still left messages every other day. The last time she had seen her uncle was three months ago, when he’d driven to Grant County – uninvited – to help her move. She was renting Jeffrey’s house after he’d found out his previous tenants, a couple of girls from the college, were using the place as their own personal bordello. Hank had said maybe a handful of words to her as he moved boxes, and Lena had been just as chatty. As he was leaving, guilt had forced her to suggest dinner at the new rib place up the street, but he was climbing into his beat-up old Mercedes, making his excuses, before she got the words out of her mouth.
    She should have known then something was wrong. Hank never passed up an opportunity to spend time with her, no matter how painful that time was. That he had driven straight back to Reece should have been a clue. She was a detective, for chrissakes. She should notice when things were out of the ordinary.
    She also shouldn’t have let two whole weeks pass without calling to check on him.
    In the end, it was Charlotte, one of Hank’s neighbors, who called to tell Lena that she needed to come down and see about her uncle.
    ‘He’s in a bad way,’ the woman had said. When Lena tried to press her, Charlotte had mumbled something about one of her kids needing her and hung up the phone.
    Lena felt her spine straighten as she drove into the Reece city limits. God, she hated this town. At least in Grant, she fit in. Here, however, she would always be the orphan, the troublemaker, Hank Norton’s niece – no, not Sibyl, Lena, the bad one.
    She passed three churches in rapid succession. There was a big billboard by the baseball field that read, ‘Today’s Forecast: Jesus Reigns!’
    ‘Christ,’ she murmured, taking a left onto Kanuga Road, her body on autopilot as she coasted through the back streets that led to Hank’s house.
    Classes weren’t out for another hour, but there were enough cars leaving the high school to cause a traffic jam. Lena slowed, hearing the muffled strains of competing radio stations as souped-up muscle cars stripped their tires on the asphalt.
    A guy in a blue Mustang, the old kind that drove like a truck and had a metal dashboard that could decapitate you if you hit the right tree, pulled up in the lane beside her. Lena turned her head and saw a teenage kid openly staring at her. Gold chains around his

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