Large snowflakes fell from the sky. The wind swirled and howled but Blaine didn’t even look cold. A shadow by the garage door caught her attention. She opened the door and got slammed with a burst of cold air and an icy glare from Blaine.
“Who’s in the garage?” she asked.
“What?” He leaned over the railing. “Shit.” A single light came barreling into the driveway. “Toby’s here,” Blaine said, pointing to the door. “Kaylee, get me my gun, it’s on the table.” His eyes were fixated on the side of the garage.
Suddenly a loud swooping noise filled the crisp night air and wild orange and red lights flickered in the window below.
“Just do it, now!”
Without thinking, she leaped across the room and grabbed the gun sitting on the coffee table and shoved it at Blaine. His eyes shifted around the dark night. Toby waved frantically toward the backyard as a smaller figure leaped from the moving snowmobile and headed for the garage.
“Blaine?” she questioned.
“Wake up my mother,” he yelled over his shoulder.
For a brief moment, she watched Blaine jog down the stairs, his dark hair whipping around wildly as he headed off into the night.
“Kaylee, get out!” someone shouted.
“Yeah, I’m coming.” She waved to Dave and Shima, who had come out of the main house. She stuffed her feet in her shoes and grabbed Blaine’s coat. The gravity of the situation began to meld together in her brain. Someone just light the garage on fire— on purpose. Why? That was a question she didn’t need answered. She knew who did it. And she knew why.
“I’ve called it in.” Dave grabbed the hose from the figure in front of the garage. “Get in the house and get warm.”
The figure pulled off her helmet… Emma. “When Toby and I pulled in, we saw someone light something in the garage and take off.”
“Where are Blaine and Toby now?” Shima asked from the porch.
“Whoever started the fire went that way.” Emma pointed through the backyard. “I bet they trudged through the woods and have a car waiting for them by the interstate.”
“Pretty stupid in the snow,” Kaylee said, still staring at Emma. Not in a million years would she think that woman would ever wrap her legs around a snowmobile, much less Toby. But at least she wasn’t in Blaine’s life.
“Not if they expected us to be hiding out inside, then the snow would cover their tracks by morning.” Dave continued to hose down the inside of the garage, specifically Blaine’s late-model Mustang.
Kaylee glanced back at the garage. Small flames flickered inside the car and her nostrils were assaulted with burning leather. Her pulse slowed toe painful beat.
“Blaine loves that car. This is going to piss him off,” Emma said, looping her arm over Kaylee’s shoulder. “Let’s get inside. I’m sure there isn’t much damage to anything but the Mustang.”
“We’d be dead by morning,” Kaylee barely managed behind the constriction of her throat muscles.
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