Everyone Is Lying About That Night: Five Friends. One Night. Every Story Is Different.
This book is dedicated to my late mother, Ruth, who recently passed away. She loved a good whodunit, whether it was Poirot, Miss Marple, Inspector Morse, Lewis, A Touch of Frost, Silent Witness, Waking the Dead, Trial & Retribution, or Prime Suspect. She enjoyed them all. She had a deep love for crime stories in every form, from classic detective tales to modern forensic dramas, from CSI: Crime Scene Investigation to Forensic Files.
I could never do justice to the writers and actors who brought her so much enjoyment over the years, but this book is my tribute to her, in my own small way.
They haven’t seen each other in years. Not since that night. When five friends reunite in a remote house, the plan is simple: talk, drink, and finally move on. But before the night is over, one of them is dead. At first, it looks like an accident. Then the stories begin. Each of them remembers the night differently. The argument. The messages. The moment everything changed. Small details don’t match. Timelines shift. Objects move. And the more they try to piece it together, the clearer it becomes: Someone is lying.
But this isn’t just about what happened tonight. Because years ago, at a lake they’ve never spoken about again, something else happened, something none of them has ever fully admitted. And someone has decided the truth needs to come out. No matter what it costs.