“You’re insane,” Reid whispered.
“I hear being imprisoned and sentenced to death can do that to a person,” Eliza said. “You know, I just wanted to go home. I just wanted to get on that coach, then get on the train, and go home. I didn’t want to be caught up in your weird little revenge plot, I didn’t want to be caught in the middle of your problems. I didn’t kill Corbett. But he killed my best friend. And I’m the one being punished for it.”
“I’m sorry,” Reid said, his voice shaking.
“You’re sorry? You’re sorry? Ben planned to kill me, and you knew it. And you’re sitting there, telling me how sorry you are?” Eliza snorted. “It’s not going to work.”
“Somebody must have heard you shoot. They’ll be here to investigate. Are you just going to gun down everybody who comes to the house?” Reid
