“Anyway,” I say, “I’ll get Officer Hunt to—” “Wait!” Shane’s voice is hushed but urgent. “Wait, Brooke. Listen, I need to say something.” My eyes fly in the direction of the door. Hunt is waiting on the other side, in case I need him. “Shane, I can’t—” “No. No. Please just listen to me, okay?” I shake my head. “I can’t. This isn’t a good idea.” “I just need you to know…”—his voice suddenly sounds hoarse—“I wasn’t the one who tried to kill you, Brooke. I swear to you. I swear on my life.”
