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“Did you turn it on to see anything?”

“No. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I wanted to see if maybe he’s been talking to you on a different number. You know, since it was next to your address.”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I told you, I haven’t talked to him since that Monday night.”

The night she got an email from the arsonist.

Right next door to where they were having dinner.

And she just remembered that he’d gotten up to go to the bathroom. He was gone longer than she thought, but he came back with a beer from the bar. Said it’d been busy and he had to wait for the bartender.

She didn’t think anything of it.

But now she was.

Now it was adding up, yet nothing about it made a lick of sense.

“Can you show me these phones?” Skye asked.

“I left them in the drawer at my house. Do you mind coming with me? I don’t want to take it out of the house, but if you want to see them, I’ll show you.”

“Where is Sean now?”

“Working,” Sara said, looking at her watch. “He doesn’t get out until four normally.”

“Yeah, I’ll follow you there,” she said and grabbed her coat and purse. Shoving her phone in her pocket, she left to drive to the house Sean was living in.

Sara’s house. She remembered that now.

She started to call Ash, then decided against it.

There was no reason to alarm anyone.

But when she pulled in front of the house, her gut said to at least send a text.

She did. A group one, to Tate, Keegan, and Ash.

There, they’d know where she was. She put a pin in her location and climbed out of her vehicle.

Sara walked to the front steps, unlocked the door, and let her in. “Is that Sean’s vehicle in the driveway?”

“Yeah, but he’s on his motorcycle. He swaps out depending on the weather or his mood until it’s put away for the winter.”

The place was small but immaculate when she looked around.

Nothing like they’d ever lived in as a kid.

“Does Sean pick up? This place is really clean.”

“No,” Sara said, laughing. “It drove me nuts when he first moved in, but as long as he takes care of his own things, I don’t ask him to do much more.”

Which wasn’t right, but now wasn’t the time to think about those things.

Not when she was waiting to find out if her brother, her first and biological brother, the one who went through hell with her as a child, could actually be responsible for all these fires in the area.

Two that almost resulted in death. One that destroyed part of her new family’s work.

It was the last one that made it click for her more than the rest.