Derek suddenly pointed toward her.
“She was the one pushing me! She kept saying her brother was running out of time!”
Sienna turned toward him in disbelief.
“You promised you had everything under control!”
“You were the one who wanted those records!”
“You told me Amelia would never question you!”
I watched them turn against each other.
Only a few hours earlier, they had stood together outside my apartment, discussing how easily I could be manipulated.
Now they were struggling to decide who should carry the blame.
Neither seemed especially concerned about what they had planned to do to me.
Patricia approached the stage.
“Derek,” she whispered, “tell me this isn’t true.”
He avoided her eyes.
That was answer enough.
She stumbled backward and lowered herself into a chair.
For once, she had nothing to say.
Then another man’s voice rose from the rear of the ballroom.
“Derek Collins!”
