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He stops recording.
I stare at him.
“You planted that device?”
He looks at me.
“Didn't you hear what I said?”
“You nearly killed me.”
“I didn't know you'd be there.”
As if that makes it better.
“Why?” I demand. “What did Torch ever do to you?”
“He wouldn't leave something alone that was none of his business.”
“The fire?”
His eyes narrow behind the glasses.
“You ask a lot of questions.”
“Someone tried to kill me. I think I'm entitled to a few.”
He steps closer.
“Why do you care about that fire?”
My throat tightens.
“Because my father died in it.”
For a moment, he says nothing.
Then he laughs.
“Your father, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Well, whoever told you that might've been lying.”
I stare at him.
“What?”
“The man they said died in that fire didn't die.”
“That's impossible.”
“Nothing's impossible if you know the right people.”
“You don't know what you're talking about.”
His laughter stops.
