Brian, Miles knew, was wrong about that. He hadn’t been watching the road-hell, he hadn’t even been facing the right direction-because of the things Brian had been saying.

About Sarah. About the blanket. About the flowers.

He hadn’t wanted to believe him then, nor did he want to believe him now. Yet… he knew Brian wasn’t lying about those things. He’d seen the blanket, he’d seen flowers at the grave every time he’d gone…

Miles closed his eyes, trying to shake the thought.

None of that matters and you know it. Of course Brian was sorry. He’d killed someone. Who wouldn’t be sorry?

That was what he’d been screaming at Brian when it happened. When he should have been watching the road. But instead-ignoring everything but his own anger-he’d almost driven head-on into another driver.

He’d almost killed them all.

But afterward, even though Brian had been hurt, Brian had covered for him. And as he watched Brian and Sarah shuffling off, he knew instinctively that Brian would always cover for him.

Why?

Because he felt guilty and it was another way to ask for forgiveness? To hold something over Miles? Or had he really believed what he’d said? In his mind, that might be how he saw it. Miles hadn’t meant for it to happen, after all, so that made it an accident.

As it had been with Missy?

Miles shook his head.No…

That was different, he told himself. And it wasn’t Missy’s fault, either.

The breeze kicked up, swirling with light snow flurries.

Or was it?

It doesn’t matter, he told himself again. Not now. It’s too late for that. Up on the road, Sarah was opening the car door for Brian. She helped him in and glanced toward Miles, not hiding her anger.

Not hiding how much she’d been hurt by his words.

Sarah hadn’t known until yesterday, Brian had said.She never even told me who you were.

At the house only minutes ago, it seemed so obvious that Sarah had known all along. But now, with the way she was looking at him, it suddenly wasn’t so clear. The Sarah he’d fallen in love with wasn’t capable of deceit. He felt his shoulders give just a little.

No, he knew that Brian hadn’t lied about that. Nor had he lied about the blanket or the flowers or how sorry he’d been. And if he’d told the truth about those things…

Could he be telling the truth about the accident as well?

That question kept coming back to him, no matter how much he resisted it. Sarah turned away and went around to the driver’s side. Miles knew he could still stop them. If he really wanted to, he could stop them. But he didn’t.

He needed time to think-about everything he’d heard today, about Brian’s confession…

And more than that, he decided as he watched Sarah slide behind the wheel, he needed time to think about Sarah.

Within a few minutes, a highway patrolman arrived-a resident of one of the nearby houses had called the incident in-and began making the report. Bennie was busy explaining his version just as Charlie pulled up. The officer took a moment to talk to him up on the road. Charlie nodded before approaching Miles. He was leaning against the car, his arms crossed, apparently lost in thought.

Charlie ran a slow hand along the dent and scrape.

“For such a little dent, you look like hell.”

Miles glanced up in surprise. “Charlie? What are you doing here?”

“Heard you were in an accident.”

“Word travels fast.”

Charlie shrugged. “You know how it goes.” He dusted the snowflakes from his jacket. “You okay?”

Miles nodded. “Yeah. A little rattled, that’s all.”

“What happened?”

Miles shrugged. “Just lost control. The roads were a little slick.”

Charlie waited to see if Miles would add anything else.

“That’s it?”

“Like you said, it’s just a little dent.”

Charlie studied him. “Well, at least you’re not hurt. The other driver seems fine, too.”

Miles nodded, and Charlie joined him against the car.

“Anything else you want to tell me?”

When Miles didn’t answer, Charlie cleared his throat. “The officer tells me that there was someone else in the car with you, someone who was wearing handcuffs, but that a lady came and took him away. Said she was taking him to the hospital. Now…” He paused, pulling his jacket a little tighter. “An accident is one thing, Miles. But there’s a lot more than that going on here. Who was in the car with you?”

“He wasn’t hurt that bad, if that’s what you’re worried about. I checked him out and he’ll be okay.”

“Just answer the question. You’re in enough trouble already. Now, who were you bringing in?”

Miles shifted from one foot to the other. “Brian Andrews,” he answered. “Sarah’s brother.”

“So she’s the one who took him to the hospital?”

Miles nodded.

“And he was wearing handcuffs?”

No use trying to lie about it. He nodded shortly.

“Did you somehow forget that you’re on suspension?” Charlie asked. “That officially, you’re not allowed to arrest anyone?”

“I know.”

“Then what the hell were you doing? What was so damn critical that you couldn’t call it in?” He paused, meeting Miles’s eyes. “I need the truth now-I’ll get it eventually, but I want to hear it from you first. What was he doing, dealing drugs?”

“No.”

“You catch him stealing a car?”

“No.”

“A fight of some sort?”

“No.”

“Then what was it?”

Though a part of Miles was tempted to tell Charlie the whole crazy truth, to tell him that Brian had killed Missy, he couldn’t seem to find the words. Not yet, anyway. Not until he’d figured everything out.

“It’s complicated,” Miles finally answered.

Charlie pushed his hands into his pockets. “Try me.”

Miles glanced away. “I need a little time to figure things out.”

“Figure what out? It’s a simple question, Miles.”

Nothing is simple about this.

“Do you trust me?” Miles asked suddenly.

“Yeah, I trust you. But that’s not the point.”

“Before we go into everything that happened, I have to think this through.”

“Oh, c’mon-”

“Please, Charlie. Can you give me just a little time? I know I’ve had you jumping through hoops these last couple of days and I’ve been acting crazy, but I really need this from you. And it has nothing to do with Otis or Sims or anything like that-I swear I won’t go anywhere near them.” Something in the earnestness of Miles’s plea, the weary confusion he saw in his eyes, told Charlie how much Miles needed this from him. He didn’t like it, not at all. Something was going on here, something big, and he didn’t like not knowing what it was.

But…

Despite his better judgment, he sighed and pushed away from the car. He said nothing at all, nor did he look back as he left, knowing that if he did, he would change his mind.

A minute later, almost as if he’d never been there at all, Charlie was gone.

In time, the highway patrolman finished the report and left. Bennie, too, drove off.

Miles, though, stayed at the scene for almost an hour, his mind a tangled mess of contradictory thoughts. Oblivious to the cold, he sat in the car with the window open, absently running his hands over the steering wheel, over and over. When he realized what he had to do, he closed the window and turned the key, heading onto the road again. The car barely had time to get warm before he pulled off to the side again and got back out. The temperature had warmed slightly and the snow was beginning to melt. Drops fell from the branches of trees with steadyplink s, like the ticking of a clock.

He couldn’t help but notice the overgrown bushes along the side of the road. Though he’d passed them a thousand times, until this morning, they’d meant nothing to him.