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you . You were just an unfortunate bystander…collateral damage.” She gave her wrist a cavalier flip. “I knew you’d eventually lose the ranch. You didn’t know a damn thing about running one. I have to give you credit. I thought you would have given up by now. Since you were so damn stubborn, I figured I’d do you a little favor and speed up the process. That way you could get back to civilization.”
    What the fuck? “You actually think you’ve done me a favor?”
    “Oh, absolutely. I could have done you a greater one, though, by warning you about Clay. I never expected you to fall for his lies.”
    “What lies?”
    “Where do I start?” Carrie the arsonist rolled her eyes. “What hasn’t the asshole lied about? He lies about everything. Even his name.”
    What. The. Fuck?
    “His name?” I echoed.
    This made no sense. I’d known Clay for years. His name was Clay Walker then. It was Clay Walker now. What was she talking about?
    To hell with that. Who cared what she thought Clay’s name was? She’d just confessed to arson. I needed to get out of here. I needed to go to the sheriff. Now. Report her. Have her arrested.
    “Sure, Clay Walker isn’t his name. I mean, it is now, but it wasn’t always.”
    I pushed to my feet. The door. I had to get to the door and get the fuck out. “I don’t understand.” Focused on keeping her talking, distracted, I slowly strolled toward the door.
    “They adopted him and gave him the name Clay Walker. He’s a nobody. A rat tossed away by parents who didn’t want him. My parents took him in because they felt sorry for him. And then, because they felt guilty, they gave him the ranch. And the money.” She prowled closer. “It should have been mine. All mine. I’m their blood . Me.” She thumped her chest with a fist. “Why would they give the bastard anything?”
    Now I was beginning to see, to understand. The hazy facts were starting to fit together.
    Clay was adopted . His sister wasn’t.
    But what did that have to do with my ranch?
    “You’re jealous, like Clay said,” I said, thinking aloud. That had to be it. Jealousy made some people do crazy things. Terrible things.
    “No!” She shook her head. “I don’t want what he has. I don’t want what he is. None of it.”
    This girl was seriously crazy. Like, should-be-sleeping-in-a-padded-room nuts. I wasn’t following her logic. Not at all. Probably because nothing she said was logical.
    Anyway, it didn’t matter.
    I knew the truth. I knew who had started the fire, and (kind of) why. Now all I had to do was get that information to the right people.
    “Where do you think you’re going?” She quirked a small smile. “Did you think I’d let you stroll out of here after this?” She flopped an arm over my shoulder and produced a gun from a hidden holster somewhere. She pointed the serious end of the weapon at my face, and my heart literally stopped. “Somewhere I read once that if the bad guy starts talking to you, you need to start sayin’ your prayers. Because you’re going to die. Ever heard that?”
    Just about peeing my pants, I shook my head.
    She was going to shoot me?
    No. No, she wasn’t.
    Was she?
    Ohmygod, she might.
    But people would hear! Didn’t she know that? Didn’t she care?
    Maybe not.
    “You see,” she continued, “if they think you’ll live, they’ll make sure to keep everything to themselves. That way you can’t go to the police and turn them in.”
    “I won’t,” I promised.
    She laughed. “Right. You won’t tell.” She motioned with the gun. “Get over there.”
    I didn’t move. I couldn’t move. I was too freaking terrified. My muscles were locked up.
    “I said get the fuck over there!” she growled through gritted teeth.
    I moved a finger, a hand. An arm. A foot. I took a shaky step, then a second. The whole time my eyes were locked on the cold, dark barrel of that gun, expecting a flare of red to blind me at any moment.
    “Good. Now sit down.”
    Without