“You lied to me.”

“I didn’t want you to be involved.” Her clamp on my arm was so tight I could feel my blood throb underneath her grip.

“You killed people.”

“Not anybody you knew.”

I didn’t have to pretend. I could feel my brows draw together, my face contort. How could anyone be like this, so cruel and yet so normal? A killer should be crazed, evil, hate life. But Lena loved the sunshine and good food and laughter.

And she was still standing too close for me to run and get away.

“Why are you here?” I demanded.

“You even have to ask? Brady screwed up; he ruined everything. And I know that made things harder for y’all. So I thought I’d make it right and do you a favor before I took off.”

“I don’t want you to kill Aimee.”

“Why the fuck not? The bitch ruined your life.”

“Yes, but …” What could I say that was true, that Lena would believe? “But if she hadn’t, I wouldn’t have moved, I wouldn’t have met you.”

“Is that a vote for her or against her?” The smile, the laughter in Lena’s voice, was so infectious I would have laughed, if this had been just another evening by the pool. And then I saw the black cloth bag at her feet. Those people she and Brady had killed, they’d been tortured and dismembered. And any illusions I’d had about how much she’d been involved were dispelled by what must be a bag of tools at her feet.

If I couldn’t break free, at least I had to lure her away from the museum, away from Aimee and closer to help. “They’ve got security all over here. You’re not safe. Let’s just go.”

“I’m not going to let her get away with what she did.”

“Forget her. She’s not worth it. And there’s so much security.”

Lena smiled, her lips stretching wide in a grin that didn’t touch her eyes. Her voice was soft. “You said that already. What are you trying to do, Kacy? Are you trying to play me?”

“No, I—”

Her other hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, hard, forcing my fingers to open, releasing the scissors. “You’re not worried about me at all,” she hissed. “Are you trying to save this bitch? Why do you still give a shit about her?”

“I don’t. But you’re going to get caught.” I was almost shouting, and Lena’s gaze went past me, evaluating who might have heard.

Her hand closed harder around my arm, and I cried out as her other hand reached into a pocket on her pants. She had a weapon, I knew she had a weapon. I froze again, my whole body stiff.