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look at Britney and see the bitterness in
her eyes. I can already tell, she’s the kind of person to blame
everyone but herself for her lot in life. So instead of trying to
make things better for herself, she’s tearing down Isabelle
instead.
    “We heard you’ve been talking to the
police,” I speak up, trying to hide my anger.
    Britney doesn’t look ashamed. “Maybe.” She
gives a sullen shrug. “What’s it to you?”
    “Your lies concern me very much.” I glare.
“You’re saying that Isabelle killed your foster father on purpose.
Why would you do that?”
    “It’s what happened. And you can’t say
otherwise,” Britney smirks. “Those prosecutors in New York say
you’re in real trouble now, Iz. Not so perfect anymore.”
    I squeeze Isabelle’s hand.
    “I don’t understand,” she says to Britney.
“Why would you lie like that? Do you understand what they’re going
to do to me? I could spend my life in jail!”
    “Yeah, well I have to spend my life here,”
Britney scowls. “You think I haven’t seen you, all these years? In
all the magazines, having the time of your life. What makes you so
special?” she demands. “Why should you get to live the high life
while we’re all stuck back here?”
    “I can’t answer that,” Isabelle sounds
wretched. “But lying now? Britney, please. You weren’t even home
that day. Don’t you remember? You were at school.”
    “I never made it to school,” Britney says
flatly. “I cut. So I could have been anywhere that day. Including
at home.”
    “You know I didn’t kill anyone,” Isabelle
whispers. “It’s a lie. Please. Don’t do this.”
    I hate watching her beg like this, but
Britney is unmoved.
    “I’m telling the truth.” She smirks. “Crisis
of conscience, like. I’m doing my job as a good citizen, speaking
up now so you don’t get off free.”
    “Who told you to say that?” I demand, my
temper fraying just listening to her foul lies. “You sound like
you’re reading lines from a script.”
    “Nobody told me.” Britney looks nervous.
“It’s the truth.”
    “It’s a pack of lies,” I declare. I get up,
looming over her.
    “I don’t have to listen to this.” Britney
has the good sense to look scared now. “You need to leave.”
    “Please, Britney,” Isabelle begs her. “Don’t
do this to me. I always looked out for you, I tried to protect you
from Clayton, so he wouldn’t go after you. Please, you can’t lie
like this. I need you to tell the truth.”
    “And what about what I needed?” Britney
shoots back, her face twisted with bitterness. “Do you know what
happened after that fire? I got bounced back into the system. One
home after another, for years, while you got to have a real family.
Money, and nice clothes, and everything you wanted. Why should you
get to live the good life, huh? It’s my turn to get ahead
now. You’ve had your turn. I got good money for making that
statement, and Brent says there’s another fifty K coming once you
get locked up.”
    Isabelle gasps. “So he did pay you?”
    Britney sneers. “So what if he did? Who’s
going to believe you, killer ?”
    Isabelle clings to me, tears in her eyes.
“Please,” she whispers. “Let’s go.”
    “Not so fast,” I say, turning back to
Britney. “Nobody will believe Isabelle,” I say, bringing my phone
out from behind my back. “But they will believe you.”
    I hit a couple of buttons, and replay
Britney’s words.
    “ I got good money for making that
statement, and Brent says there’s another fifty K coming once you
get locked up.”
    Isabelle gasps. “You recorded it?” she
blinks at me.
    “Every word.” I smile.
    Britney panics. “You can’t—”
    “I will,” I growl. “Perjury, obstructing the
course of justice, wasting police time. You want to talk about
prison sentences, you’re looking at one right now.”
    Britney gulps, her eyes darting around
again. “Wait. Please.”
    “Give me one good reason why I should cut
you