CHAPTER 12
Maddie stared at Dart, her heart thumping like a machine on overload. He took a step closer, one hand held out as if calming a skittish animal.
“The bow was Matt’s,” he said. “We used to go target shooting together.”
The blood sizzled in Maddie’s chest. “Bull crap, Dart! Matt never hung out with you.”
The fist of anger loosened a little and Maddie swallowed hard, ramming down the rising lump that always came whenever she thought about her big brother. Even the good memories. It pushed its way hardest into her throat whenever she allowed herself to remember that awful day when Matt was late for dinner and the Sheriff rang the doorbell while mom was cutting the meatloaf.
“He did, Maddie,” Dart insisted. “Not at first, and not for a long time. But just at the end there, before
