Chapter 6

For one second, nobody in the lobby moved.

The fake key lay on the marble between Sloane and me.

The firefighters stopped talking.

The guests stopped whispering.

Even Sloane went still.

Then Gabriel's hand closed around my arm.

Not Sloane's.

Mine.

The useless key had proved she framed me.

Elaine's tears erased it in five seconds.

Gabriel pulled me away from the lobby doors.

The marble floor was slick with rain and water tracked in by the fire crews, but he moved with the rigid, mechanical momentum of a man executing a sentence.

He marched me directly past Elaine and…