Page 43 of Ranger's Wildflower

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Six years.

Six years she carried this alone while everyone called her a killer.

My phone buzzed again.

“That second vehicle?” Blaze said. “I ran the plate.”

I already knew I wasn’t going to like the answer.

“And?”

“It’s registered to the Reynolds family.”

Everything in me went still.

Cathy’s family.

My grip tightened around the phone hard enough to creak the plastic.

“You’re telling me the car that caused the crash belonged to them?”

“Looks that way.”

Rage rolled through me hard and hot.

Not explosive.

Worse.

Controlled.

Calculated.

I stared at the paused image on the screen.

“She buried herself to protect them,” I said quietly.

“And they let her.”

Or helped make sure it stayed buried.

Either way—

Tessa paid for all of it.

I shoved back from the desk and grabbed my keys.

“Where you headed?” Blaze asked.

“To her.”

Because this wasn’t just evidence anymore.

This was six years of stolen life.

And I was done letting her carry it alone.

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