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“Before we start, let me read you your Miranda rights.” Glover read them verbatim from the card. Reading it from a card left no room for mistakes.

“Now, start at the beginning?” Glover leaned back in her chair.

Dean cocked his head. “Which beginning?”

“Dr. Torres.”

“Dr. Torres needed some money, and he had some buildings that would make it for him. He just needed someone to burn ’em down. I was happy to oblige. For a price.”

“How would that work?”

“They’d burn. He’d get insurance money and give me a cut. It was a good thing until someone was willing to pay more to make him disappear. ”

“So you killed him?” Glover asked.

Dean shrugged.

Not actually an admission but not a denial either. Why was he talking now? Was there an angle he was trying to play?

“Who was the someone that wanted Torres dead?”

“I can’t tell you that. They’ll kill my family.” Dean gritted his teeth.

Liam clenched his fists.

“You’ve got to give us more than that.” Glover said.

“Rousseau.” Dean’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“Who’s that?” Glover asked.

Dean shrugged. “That’s all I got to say.”

“Fine, so how do Aiden Hamilton and the other teens fit into this?” Glover sat back in her chair.

“Bored teenagers with pyromania are easy to buy. As long as they did exactly what I told them to, they’d get paid.”

Liam stood up straight. “Were Isabella and Sophia always a part of the plan?”

Dean turned to Liam, sadness filling his face. “No. They never should have been involved.”

“Then how did they get involved?” Liam took a step closer to the table.

“The idiot teens decided they wanted to outsource. It was just my luck they had to pick someone with unwanted connections. I told Aiden to clean up his mess, and he failed.”

“So you had to clean it up for him?” Glover leaned forward.

Dean gritted his teeth. “Something like that.”

“Would you be willing to write out a statement?” Glover slid a notepad and pencil over to Dean.

Dean didn’t say a word. He picked up the pencil and started writing.

“Dean.” The man’s name tasted bitter on Liam’s tongue.

Dean looked to him.

“You tried to kill three very important people to me. I need to know, is it over? Are they safe?”