CHAPTER 13Rusty and I sat there, perfectly silent, watching Jennifer’s shoe curl and burn.
“—You think she did it, don’t you, Rusty?” I said after a long time.
He looked at me steadily. “I haven’t an idea what you’re talking about, Diane,” he said.
There was a sound behind us. I turned to see Anne Lattimer standing in the door. She was across the room in a flash.
“Rusty! You don’t…you can’t! I didn’t do it! I swear I didn’t! You can’t believe I did!”
Her face was ashy, her eyes unbelievable. Her brother stared at her, limp with shock, and struggled to his feet, blocking out her view of the small shoe still burning there.
“I didn’t see her!” Anne cried hysterically. “I was just—”
“Anne!” His voice was like a hand gripping at her throat, choking off something so revealing that it was
