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Jillian remembered someone near her car at the accident, a dark figure hovering nearby.

“Okay,” she said quietly. “So you heard the shot. Then what?”

For a second, MacGregor didn’t answer and the soft hiss of the fire slipped through the room. “Then,” he finally said, “there was the sound of the crash.”

Her throat turned to sand. Memories of the car’s horrific spin and plunge through the dusky canyon cut through her mind.

“Yes,” she said hoarsely.

MacGregor came a little closer, closing the distance between them. “Do you think you were a target?” he asked again.

“I…yeah, I think so,” Jillian said.

“And who would be out in the middle of the worst storm in a decade, lying in wait with a rifle, ready for target practice? Tell me, Jillian,” he insisted, near enough now that she could feel the heat of his body. “Who do you think would want to kill you?”