“Yes, I do.” She shakes the gun at me. “Because I’m the one who stabbed Chelsea.” My whole body goes numb. What? “You really think that goody two shoes Tim Reese would have done that?” She snorts. “He was just our patsy, starting with that girl he dated… Tracy Gifford. The plan Shane and I came up with for that night was to let him live so the police would blame it all on him. And if you hadn’t gotten away, it would’ve worked.”
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