Page 65 of What They'll Say About Us

"I do want to split up, but not tonight."

"Not tonight," she agreed. "So, what now?"

"I guess we try to go to sleep."

"Our clothes smell like smoke."

"I know. We'll have to get some new clothes in the morning." I got up and went into the bathroom, then poked my head back out. "Good news. There are two robes in here and two complimentary toothbrushes. I'm going to take a shower, unless you want to go first."

"I'll do it after you," she said.

It felt good to step into a warm, steamy shower and wash away the dirt and smoke that was clinging to my skin and hair. Unfortunately, the water didn't wash away the images from the night, the murder scene, the fire, not even the dreams I had of Paige. They were all still with me, and they weren't going to go away until I got to the truth—if I could get there.

I might be stubborn, but I wasn't stupid. Someone had set a fire to trap us, maybe kill us. And we were still alive, which meant there was a good chance they would try again.

I really hoped Barclay could get some info from the crime scene. Because we had to find the killer before he…or she…found us.

I woke up with a start on Friday morning, not sure where I was for a moment, and then I saw Morgan still sleeping in the bed next to mine, and it all came rushing back. Turning on my side, I glanced at the clock. It was almost eight. At least I'd slept for a few hours.

As my phone buzzed, I realized what had woken me. I grabbed it from the nightstand, seeing Colton Barclay's name run across the screen.

"Hello?" I asked, keeping my voice quiet so as not to wake Morgan.

"Are you all right? I heard about the fire at your apartment."

"We're both fine, thanks to the fire department getting there just in time."

"You're definitely a magnet for trouble."

"That means I'm making progress. I have your Jeep. It was parked down the block, so it's fine."

"I wasn't worried about that. I can get it from you later."

"You don't need it for work?"

"I have a police vehicle I can use."

"What's happening with the investigation? Do you have any leads on who killed Cabot? Do you think it was Hale or someone else?"

"Too early to say, but I'm hoping to narrow in on some leads today. I need to go now. I'll text you later. Feel free to drive the Jeep wherever you need to go."

"Thanks a lot, Detective."

"You're welcome. Be careful, Tessa. Someone is gunning for you and your friend. That fire wasn't an accident."

"I know. But don't try to tell me to leave."

"I wouldn't waste my breath."

As I set the phone down, Morgan turned over in bed and gave me a sleepy look. "What's happening?"

"Detective Barclay heard about the fire. He didn't tell me anything about the investigation, except that it was ongoing. He wouldn't say if Hale is a person of interest, but he has to be, right?"

"I would think so. But Cabot was a retired detective. It's possible someone else had a grudge against him, and this is a coincidence."

"The timing doesn't allow me to believe that."

"I don't believe it, either," she admitted.