"Why are you doing this?" I demanded.
He glanced over his shoulder as he stuck the key in the lock. "Uh, because we need Vickie's diary?"
"No. All of this. Helping me...and trusting me."
"For the same reason you've started to trust me." He opened the cupboard and tilted his head back to peer inside. "Because you know we're on the same side in all this."
I did trust him. Didn't I? I wouldn't be here if I didn't, and he'd given me no reason not to. So when had I decided that he didn't kill my brother? Because this Ramsey, the one who'd slowly earned my trust and knew almost as much about me as Seph did, wasn't capable of murder. He helped too freely, gave much more than he took, and someone like that would never cut someone else's life short.
My chest ached, constricted by an overwhelmi
