pushed her backwards. Britt stumbled once and almost fell down. She recovered, but Melany was on her. Another push. Britt screamed as her back made contact with the hot metal of the open kiln. Melany was going to roast her mother. Gretchen rushed forward and tried to pull Melany away.
"No! " she screamed. "Let her go."
"She deserves it. Look what she's done. She's evil!"
Britt screamed.
Gretchen pulled at Melany with all her strength and pleaded, "Don't become what she is. Let her go."
Melany hesitated.
"Don't become her," Gretchen whispered.
Abruptly Melany released her mother. Britt crumpled to the floor, moaning. Gretchen saw severe burns along her shoulders and spine. The clothes on her back had been burned away. Gretchen ripped her top over her head the way she had seen April remove hers to fight the shop fire. She wrapped the cloth across Britt's back to douse the few remaining sparks of fire and to protect her skin from further damage.
"Make the call, Melany. I'm going to check on Nina."
Melany stood as though paralyzed, staring at her mother. Then she dropped to the floor and buried her face in her hands. Britt moaned beside her.
Gretchen placed the emergency call, requesting more than one ambulance. She didn't leave her unconscious aunt's side until she heard the sirens outside the house.
* 38 *
They were all crowded into Nina's hospital room: Gretchen, Caroline, April, and Brandon Kline.
The only one missing was Matt.
"Where was he while all this was happening?" Caroline said. "I'd asked him to keep track of you."
"That explains why he kept popping up," Gretchen said.
"You gave him permission to follow me around?"
"He didn't need my permission. Besides, you didn't expect me to allow my favorite daughter to put herself in jeopardy."
"Britt isn't in this hospital, is she?" Nina said. "I won't be able to sleep if she is."
"You're going home today; you don't have to worry,"
Brandon said. "And I'm driving you."
Nina blushed.
"I owe you an apology," April said sheepishly to Nina.
"I pooh-poohed all that psychic nonsense . . . I mean . . . well . . . I mean . . ."
"Spit it out," Nina said, grinning. "You believe me now?"
"I promise," April said, crossing her heart, "I'll never laugh at your mumbo jumbo again."
"I agree," Gretchen said. "Maybe there's something to it after all. But you really handled it the wrong way."
"I know. I wanted to prove myself so badly that I just rushed in."
"We might never have solved the case without you,"
Brandon said to Nina, laying it on a little thick, Gretchen thought.
Brandon looked around at his captivated audience.
"Britt Gleeland was responsible for everything. She killed Sara because Sara didn't like her, and Britt worried that Charlie would stop being her friend. She killed Charlie when she thought Charlie was going to expose her publicly at the unveiling," he continued. "She rigged Bernard's bug juice to explode, plotting to keep him away from the shop. She wore a do-rag when she bombed the store to eliminate the evidence and throw suspicion on Ryan, and she shot him up with enough epinephrine, taken from Sara last year, to slowly kill him."
"She told you all this?" Gretchen asked.
"She made a full confession."
"All in the name of friendship," April said. "What a certifiable kook."
"Sometimes," Nina said quietly, "friends do crazy things, hurtful things."
April smiled at her. "I'm so glad you're safe."
"What's going to happen to Melany?" Gretchen asked Brandon.
"She won't be charged," he said. "She did what she thought she had to do to save you and Nina. Her mother's going to prison, and Melany feels responsible for Charlie's death. She thought she was doing the right thing by placing that box with the others. Instead, it triggered Charlie's death."
"I don't think Charlie even saw the extra room box before she died," Gretchen said. The detective agreed. "Melany placed it with the others after Britt and Charlie left for dinner. Chances are good that she never got a chance to see it."
"At least," Caroline added, "Charlie never knew what Britt had done to Sara." She shook her head. "What possessed her to make those room boxes, I'll never know."
"Ryan's one floor up from you," Gretchen said to Nina.
"He's making progress, but he needs time."
"That's more good news. Now clear out," Nina ordered them. "I want to get dressed and get out of here. Not you, Gretchen. You stay and help me."
Brandon, Caroline, and April dutifully left the room.
"Everything turned out," Nina said. "The only one who will be permanently scarred for life is the burn victim, and she deserves it."
"I think there will be some emotional scars for a few others. Ryan and Melany have a long way to go."
"Everything will work out for Ryan and Melany," Nina said with a knowing look on her face. "What about you?
Where's Matt Albright?"
Gretchen sat at the very top of Camelback Mountain. She barely noticed the birds, or the beautiful sunny February day, or the spectacular view of the city below her. She chewed her lip and waited. The inside of her mouth was raw from worrying it.
Late afternoon, and the lower cliffs of the mountain were crowded with inexperienced climbers. Groups of them sat on the big boulder, the same boulder where Matt had held her hand and kissed her.
She remembered his exact words. "Once my divorce is final, you have to give me a chance."
"I'd climb a mountain for you," he'd said when he called to remind her of the court date and time. As though she could forget. The divorce hearing had begun at one o'clock.
"I expect you to climb all the way to the topmost peak,"
she had said, laughing.
"The top!" he'd replied. "I'll never make it that far."
"The top," she'd insisted.
Neither of them had mentioned the other possibility--
that the divorce would be postponed again.
Gretchen checked her watch. Four thirty. Three and a half hours since the final hearing was scheduled to begin. He wasn't coming.
Her cell phone rang, and she dug it out of her pocket, reading his number on the caller ID. Her dwindling spirit fell further. He was calling to say he wasn't coming. She didn't answer the phone.
Now what? Keep waiting? The divorce might never happen. Gretchen had to move on with her life. She stood up. Her phone rang again. Him again. She sighed and answered it. "Hey, I know, it didn't happen. And I can't wait--"
"I'm a free man," Matt said. "Single. Dashing. Intelligent."
Gretchen glanced down the mountain. So why wasn't he climbing to meet her? Had he reconsidered, decided to give bachelorhood a try? Maybe he wanted another fashionmodel Arizona woman like Kayla.
"You're wondering why I'm not crawling up the mountain on my belly, right?"
"It crossed my mind."
"If we're going to get our relationship off on the right path, we have to be willing to make an effort."
"Okay." Where was this going?
"Both of us."
"Absolutely."
"I thought," Matt said, "you should meet me halfway."
Gretchen grinned.
"I'm up past the boulder. See me waving?"
Gretchen did see him.
"This is as far as I've ever gone. Get your cute bod down here to meet me, woman."
Gretchen tucked the phone into her pocket and started down the mountain.