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felt wary all of a sudden. I felt my hair stand up on my neck. This wasn't just routine suspicion. They should have asked me this before I signed my statement.

"Any special reason?" I asked.

"Just... let's us go over this thing again."

I sat down slowly, wondering if I should be calling a lawyer.

"Now," Jump began, stretching out his legs under the small desk, "you say that when you went to the back door at the Prader house, you used your key to get in."

"No. The door was unlocked."

"Did you ever know Joe C to leave the door unlocked at night?"

"I'd never been there at night before."

For some reason, Jump flushed, as if I'd been making fun of him.

"Right," he said sarcastically. "So, since the back door was unlocked, you didn't need to use your key. Did you have it with you?"

"I've never had a key to the Prader house." I blessed all the times Joe C had so slowly come to let me in. I blessed him for his suspicion, his crotchety nature.

Jump permitted himself to look skeptical. Frank Parrish looked off into the distance as if he were willing himself to be elsewhere.

"Your employer didn't give you a key to the property? Isn't that unusual?"

"Yes."

"But you're still sure that's what happened?"

"Ask Calla."

"Miss Prader would know?"

"She would."

For the first time, Jump looked uncertain. I pressed my advantage. "You can ask any member of his family. He always makes me wait while he comes to the door as slowly as he can manage. He really enjoys that."

Parrish turned his head to look at Jump with surprise. I began to worry even more.

"Are you planning to charge me with anything?" I asked abruptly.

"Why, no, Miss Bard."

The fire chief hadn't said anything since I'd come in. Parrish still looked uncomfortable, still sat with arms crossed over his chest. But he didn't look as though he was going to gainsay Jump Farraclough, either.

"Just tell us everything from the beginning ... if you don't mind." The last phrase was obviously thrown in for padding, as Southern and soft as cotton.

"It's all in my statement." I was getting a feeling I couldn't ignore. "I have nothing new to add."

"Just in case you missed something."

"I didn't."

"So if someone says they saw you elsewhere, doing something else, they're mistaken?"

"Yes."

"If someone says they saw you behind the house with a gas can in your hand, instead of in front of it seeing this mysterious vanishing figure, that someone would be wrong?"

"Yes."

"Didn't you dislike Joe C?"

"Doesn't everyone?"

"Answer the question."

"No. I don't think I have to. I've made my statement. I'm leaving."

And while they were still thinking about it, I did.

I would call Carlton's cousin Tabitha if they followed me and arrested me, I decided, keeping my pace steady as I headed toward the door in the police station. Tabitha, whom I'd met once or twice when she was visiting Carlton, was an attorney based in Montrose.

Gardner McClanahan, one of the night patrol officers, was fixing a cup of coffee at the big pot next to the dispatcher's desk. He nodded to me as I went by, and I nodded back. I'd seen Gardner the night I'd been walking, the night of the fire. I was sure that Farraclough knew that. Gardner's seeing me didn't prove anything either way except that I hadn't been trying to hide myself, but knowing he'd seen me and could vouch for at least that little fact made me feel better.

I crossed the floor, keeping my eyes ahead. Now I was almost at the front door. I tried to recall if Tabitha Cockroft's Montrose phone number was in my address book. I wondered with every step if a voice would come from behind, a voice telling me to stop, ordering Gardner to arrest me.

I pushed the door open, and no one grabbed me, and no one called after me. I was free. I hadn't realized how tense I'd been until I relaxed. I stood by my car fumbling with my keys, taking big gulps of air. If they'd put handcuffs on me ... I shuddered when I thought of it.

Logically, there was no reason for the assistant police chief, or the sheriff, to suspect me of anything. I'd reported Deedra's death, and I'd saved Joe C's life. I'd called 911, twice, as a good citizen. But something in me persisted in being frightened, no matter how firmly my good sense told me Jump Farraclough had just been on a fishing expedition.

"Hey, Lily."

My head snapped up, and