The Dinner Guests
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From million-copy bestselling author Kiersten Modglin...
Six friends.
A lifetime of secrets.
One terrifying game.
When a group of friends receives unexpected invitations to a dinner party, they see it as a chance to finally meet the bizarre and reclusive new neighbor whose home is enshrouded in layers of security.
As the drinks are poured and dinner is served, the group begins to realize things are not what they seem. What starts out as an innocent night of fun soon becomes a seemingly calculated game filled with cryptic messages and chilling revelations.
With no way out, the guests are forced to play along in hopes of escape. Friendships fray, loyalties are tested, and the secrets they've kept from each other are revealed one by one.
Six friends walk into the house that night.
Will six friends make it out?
Kiersten Modglin
KIERSTEN MODGLIN is an Amazon Top 10 bestselling author of psychological thrillers. Her books have sold over a million copies and been translated into multiple languages. Kiersten is a member of International Thriller Writers, Novelists, Inc., and the Alliance of Independent Authors. She is a KDP Select All-Star and a recipient of ThrillerFix's Best Psychological Thriller Award, Suspense Magazine's Best Book of 2021 Award, a 2022 Silver Falchion for Best Suspense, and a 2022 Silver Falchion for Best Overall Book of 2021. Kiersten grew up in rural western Kentucky and later relocated to Nashville, Tennessee, where she now lives with her family. Kiersten's readers across the world lovingly refer to her as "KMod." A binge-watching expert, psychology fanatic, and indoor enthusiast, Kiersten enjoys rainy days spent with her favorite people and evenings with her nose in a book.
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The Dinner Guests - Kiersten Modglin
CHAPTER ONE
LAKYNN
The moving trucks came without warning. I was at the window that morning, sipping the steaming coffee in my mug, when I noticed them. There were three in total—all white with green logos on their sides.
They belonged to a company I’d never heard of, a rarity in our small town. After they’d parked the trucks around the curve of the cul-de-sac—one after the other in a neat row—men in matching green polos and black pants stepped out of the trucks. There were nine movers altogether, and they milled about for a moment, stretching their legs and laughing with each other about a joke I couldn’t hear through the panes of glass.
My phone buzzed in the pocket of my robe, and I pulled it out, checking the screen.
Hello?
Are you seeing this?
Bethany asked. Though I couldn’t see my best friend through the curtains of the house across the street, I knew she was there, watching it all unfold the same as I was.
"Yeah. Three trucks?"
"It’s a big house," she said simply. And she was right. The house at the end of our cul-de-sac was the largest on the street, triple the size of the next largest. All my life, it had been owned by the family who’d founded our subdivision, the Burnetts. Tom and Eleanor Burnett were an eccentric couple, several years older than us, and incredibly wealthy. Their house had been decorated so elaborately every Christmas, we’d had to put room-darkening curtains on our windows facing their home. The kids had loved it and we’d adjusted.
The Burnetts had the kind of wealth that allowed them to take month-long vacations several times a year, which was why we’d originally thought nothing of it when several months went by without us seeing them.
Then, one day just a few weeks ago, a set of local moving trucks arrived and hauled out Tom and Eleanor’s things, and we knew they’d left for good. There one day and gone the next.
I can’t believe they’re really not coming back,
Bethany whispered somewhat nostalgically.
Though we’d never considered Eleanor and Tom friends, they were friendly enough. They’d been kind to us. We’d had neighborhood barbecues, holiday parties, and they’d brought us dinner when we’d had each of the kids. With Tom and Eleanor, we never worried about letting the kids play in the streets. This place—our home—felt safe.
But now…
A new neighbor brought so many unknowns.
For the last week, there had been no movement at the house whatsoever. It sat completely empty, its presence taunting us with unknowns. There’d never even been a For Sale sign in the yard.
Now, here was the proof that they truly had left.
That we hadn’t imagined it.
And that someone new was coming.
I wouldn’t expect them to have made anything other than a dramatic exit,
I said with a chuckle.
I figured there’d be a parade,
she agreed.
Finally, the movers began unloading the trucks, carrying bubble-wrapped furniture and long, rolled-up rugs by the armful into the house.
Those look expensive,
she said, watching as three men unloaded an oversized chaise lounge chair.
Before I could respond, I felt a pair of hands slip around my waist. Henry’s head came to rest on my shoulder. I breathed in his scent—an inexplicable scent that could only be described as warmth. Safety. If I could bottle it, I would.
What are you two gossiping about?
he asked, without having to question whom I might be talking to. He nudged the curtain aside, waving across the street, then spied the moving trucks. Ah.
Someone’s moving in.
Ooh, what’ve we got?
He chuckled, rubbing his hands together as he stepped away from me.
Put me on speaker,
Bethany ordered.
I did as she said before answering Henry. So far just the movers.
He nodded, already losing interest.
Mom wants to know if you liked that kimchi, Henry?
Bethany said, speaking louder than necessary.
He chuckled. Is she over there?
Mhm.
He grinned with one corner of his mouth. You tell Ms. Siu that I love everything she’s ever brought me, but that might’ve been my favorite.
Bethany repeated the message in Korean. I only ever heard her speaking Korean when talking to her parents or when she was especially angry.
Henry pointed a thumb over his shoulder. I’m running to town. Do you need anything?
We’re out of iced coffee. And Aaron needs more face wash.
Got it,
he said. Bye, Beth.
Bye,
she called over the speaker, then cleared her throat. Oh, looks like Piper’s coming over.
I checked out the window to my left, spying my neighbor crossing her front yard on her way into mine.
She looks upset. Let me see what’s going on. Want me to call you back?
I’m coming over, too,
she said, ending the call instantly.
I heard the garage door opening, its dull roar echoing through the house, and watched Henry back out of the drive as Piper stepped onto the porch. I reached the door before she could knock, and swung it open.
Hey.
Hey,
she said, brows wiggling as she jutted her head toward the moving trucks. Did you see?
Yeah, Beth and I were just talking about it.
I pointed behind her, to where Beth was jogging across the street dressed in loud-patterned workout gear.
I stepped back, letting them both inside, and shut the door. Together, the three of us moved back to the window.
We probably look ridiculous,
Piper whispered.
They’re not even paying attention,
I assured her.
What do you think they’re like?
Beth asked.
Maybe we could go over and introduce ourselves this evening. Or tomorrow. Bring over a Sunday dinner,
Piper offered.
Oh, good idea. Everyone loves a ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ casserole,
Beth agreed.
I just hope they’re normal,
I said softly.
You mean like us right now?
Beth asked. We exchanged glances as Piper snorted, causing us all to laugh in spite of ourselves.
I closed the blinds before we made our way across the room, changing the subject. We’d go meet the new neighbors soon, and I was sure all my fears would be eased.
At least, that was what I thought.
After all, no one ever expects their neighbors will try to kill them.
CHAPTER TWO
BETHANY
We didn’t introduce ourselves that evening, nor any evening that followed. Over the next few days, unfamiliar vans and loud equipment trucks filled our usually quiet subdivision.
Security companies, too—men dressed all in black coming and going with earpieces and grim expressions. They installed cameras to cover every square inch of the home’s exterior, and based on the equipment I’d seen being hauled inside, I assumed the home was more secure than a maximum-security prison.
Celebrities didn’t live in Poe.
It was too small, hours from the nearest city, without access to an airport, and despite being a cute little town, there was nothing particularly interesting about it.
Even knowing all of that, I couldn’t help wondering who our new neighbor might be. Perhaps it was just someone with a lot of money. That, at least, wasn’t unheard of, albeit rare, in our town. Or maybe it was a business owner. Maybe a criminal. An escaped prisoner. A drug lord. Whatever curiosity I’d had originally was growing to feel more like fear every day.
What if the new neighbor turned our quiet street into a heavily trafficked area, bringing with him all sorts of shady characters?
Blair Lane was my home.
It was where all three of my children had grown up.
It was where so many of my memories had been made.
I had no desire to leave this place, but what if I had to now? What if I had no choice? And how quickly would property values drop if bad things started happening here? We’d practically have to give the house away.
And, if we did that, how would we buy anything comparable? You couldn’t find anything for the price we’d paid for our home twenty years ago. And we were paying for Noelle’s college tuition. Jacob had just turned sixteen and would be expecting a car. How was I going to tell them we were going to lose everything?
I steadied myself against the door to an exam room.
My next patient was waiting for me.
I needed to focus.
I didn’t have time to spiral. Not when my entire dental practice was counting on me to steer the ship.
I tried to keep myself busy, to keep my mind from wandering—between work and three kids, it wasn’t exactly hard—but over the next few weeks, I found myself growing more and more paranoid.
Something wasn’t right about our new neighbor.
It had been so long since I’d felt worried like this. The painful kind that sets into your bones, making every inch of your body light up with electricity at the slightest sound or disturbance. The swooping panic that courses through you as possibilities swim through your head, each one worse than the last.
I couldn’t tell my friends, though.
I could tell them almost everything, but I couldn’t tell them this. Not if I wanted—needed—them to believe I was still as strong as I’d once been.
CHAPTER THREE
PIPER
Aknock on the door interrupted my work, and I checked the time at the corner of my computer screen. I’d been known to get so wrapped up in my work that I wouldn’t come up for air for hours at a time, so I was relieved to see it was just past noon.
I stood from my desk, stretching my arms above my head with a groan, and checked my reflection in the hall mirror as I made my way toward the door. Sunlight burned my eyes through the three large, identical windows on the far wall as I ran a hand through my hair, trying to coerce the shoulder-length blonde strands to life.
Accepting that there was no use, I approached the door. As I did, I began to make out the outline of his shadow through the frosted pane of glass in the center. At the sight, blood pounded in my ears. I wished I’d taken longer to check my appearance.
I sucked in a deep breath and reached for the door, swinging it open with a forced confidence.
Hey!
No. I’d meant to come off casual, but even to my own ears, it was too loud. Too cheerful.
The scent of the lavender bushes near my porch hit me, and I breathed the calming scent in as if it were a life force. Breathe, Piper.
Hey.
Shane’s smile warmed when he saw me, the wrinkles near his eyes deepening. Sorry to bother you. I wanted to pay you back for the extra coffee the other morning.
He held up a to-go bag from a local Italian place, wiggling it in the air. The scent of buttery garlic bread wafted toward me. So, I brought you lunch.
He paused, waiting for me to say something. Anything.
Oh. Um, well, you didn’t need to do that. I told you, the coffee was Allen’s. It was lodged in the back of the cabinet, so you saved it from a fate of being wasted. I can’t stand the taste of it.
I waved off the gesture, leaning against the door in what I hoped looked like a carefree manner.
I know. That’s why I brought lunch instead. It’s the least I could do after you helped me out during my time of need,
he said with a chuckle, running a hand across his stubbled chin.
Well, thank you.
I glanced behind me. Do you…do you want to come inside?
His face wrinkled and he shrugged his shoulders. Oh. No, I don’t want to bother you.
It’s no bother,
I assured him, taking a half step back. I mean, unless you have work to do.
Well, I do. But…I’m at a stopping point.
He paused, checking briefly over his shoulder, then nodded decisively. Actually, that sounds nice. Yes, I’d like to come in.
I stepped backward, letting him inside my house. I’ll get us some plates…
I led the way through the sun-soaked living room and into the small galley kitchen. So, how have you been? How was your trip?
Oh, it was fine.
Just fine?
I pulled two ceramic plates down from the cabinet near the refrigerator and reached for the bag in his hands.
Yeah, I’m not much on Chicago. Big cities in general, really.
He shrugged, resting against the cabinet. But it is what it is. I’m just glad to be home.
Well, we’re glad you’re home, too.
I couldn’t bear to look at him as I said it, or I’d risk going into a rant about how I meant we’re collectively. The entire neighborhood. Not just me. Of course, I was glad too… My cheeks burned from embarrassment over a conversation that was only happening in my head.
Well, thanks.
He paused as I poured the spaghetti onto our plates, then tore open a drawer and retrieved two forks. I placed them gently on the plates, sliding them under the pasta so they wouldn’t fall. Hey, and thanks for checking on Lizzie while I was gone too.
Oh, it was no problem,
I assured him. She was fine. I told her she could come over and sleep in the guest room if she wanted, but…I think maybe that was a weird offer. I’m not great with kids. Even worse with teenagers, unfortunately.
He lightly rapped his fingers against the countertop absentmindedly. I’m sure you were fine.
I turned, handing his plate to him and gesturing toward the table. Before we could sit, I moved a grocery sack, two receipts, and a hair tie from the center of the table.
Sorry about the mess.
I set my plate down and brushed hair from my face. Do you want something to drink?
He gave a lopsided grin, sinking into his chair. Well, I’d ask for coffee, but I heard some annoying neighbor took all you had left.
I rolled my eyes playfully. "That guy is the worst."
I’ll take whatever you have. Water’s fine.
I poured us each a glass of water before joining him at the table. So, how’s work?
This felt surprisingly domestic.
And awkward.
I wasn’t good with this sort of thing. After my divorce, I’d been glad to think I might never have to deal with a man again. After the way things had changed so quickly with Allen, gone downhill so fast, I had no desire to set myself up for anything like that again.
That had all been nearly two years ago, and the bitter taste had still not completely disappeared from my mouth.
My relationship with Shane—whatever it was, there was no official name for it—had developed slowly. A year ago, when he and his daughter Lizzie had moved in next door, I’d done my best to avoid him entirely. He was the last person I’d expected to strike up a friendship with.
But we had.
One conversation over the backyard fence at a time.
Now, I was who he asked to check in on his daughter when he was out of town. He was who I called when I had a problem around the house that I’d have once gone to Allen for.
He borrowed my coffee.
I offered advice when he needed to replace his couch or paint the dining room.
If we passed each other outside, we always said hello.
Occasionally, we ate a meal together or shared a glass of wine.
That was it, really. The extent of our relationship. In some ways, I felt delusional for calling it a relationship, even to myself, but I didn’t know what to call it.
He was a widower, I was divorced, and we’d learned to count on each other for the things our spouses were no longer around to help with.
We understood each other in a way so few people did. The grief I felt over my failed marriage recognized something in Shane. Our pain brought us together.
It was different, of course.
His was worse.
Allen had chosen to leave me. Shane’s late wife had no choice.
And so, whatever this was, I needed it. I needed a friend.
As much as I loved Bethany and Lakynn, with their perfect marriages and perfect families, I could never relate to them on the level they related to each other.
They understood all of the mom stuff I never would.
They could double date.
There were milestones and rites of passage to which I’d never be privy. And, as left out as that made me feel sometimes, I had to understand it.
I cleared my throat, realizing