Chapter 7

My breath caught in my throat.

I stared at Wyatt, a sinking feeling twisting in my gut.

"After running the comparison..." Wyatt's eyes locked onto mine like an eagle zeroing in on its prey. "The fingerprints are yours."

My world collapsed.

The fingerprints were mine?

How was that possible?

The car I drove today was right where I left it at the driving school lot.

I had never even laid eyes on that car at the demolition site.

How could my fingerprints possibly be on it?

"No way!" I screamed. "There's absolutely no way. You guys got it all wrong.…