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time and went running to Cash.”
    Archer faced her. “If you’re involved in this, Ms. Curry, it’ll go easier on you if you tell us now.”
    â€œNo...I...” At the wall of stares from the team, the water she’d consumed turned to acid in her stomach. She closed her mouth and looked to Cash for his help.
    His eyes that had been so warm and friendly, so interested earlier, were now filled with steely resolve.
    Fine. Be that way.
    She should’ve expected his lack of help. She’d trusted him to be on her side once, to rescue Opa, and he’d let her down by tending to the bomb first.
    Even if the squad members seemed kind and compassionate at first, they were cops doing their jobs. Cops who didn’t trust anyone. She cringed at the thought of the past interrogations. The questions fired at her. Badgering her. Accusing her. Slandering her in the press until no one believed in her innocence, even when they couldn’t prove a thing against her.
    No. She couldn’t trust people like that. A man like that. Even if the bomber showed up on her doorstep to stop her from identifying him, she couldn’t count on anyone else. She had to be prepared to protect herself and Opa from the monster willing to kill innocent people.

FIVE
    C ash didn’t know what to think. Could he believe Krista’s story? He looked out the window at her. She sat next to Otto just outside the restaurant, perching on the edge of the bench as if she wanted to bolt. Otto leaned back and crossed his ankles, giving Cash a good look at surprising lime-green sneakers. Cash could see the older guy was tired and wished Skyler would let the pair go home. But she insisted they stay in case the team came up with questions during a quick brainstorming session.
    â€œSo.” Skyler’s no-nonsense tone brought Cash’s attention back to the group. Her focus traveled around the table. “Give me your thoughts.”
    Archer sat forward. “Though this is a real stereotype, being Caucasian makes the bomber less likely to be a terrorist.”
    Skyler nodded. “But terrorists can be Caucasian, too. Especially ecoterrorists in a green state like Oregon. Still, they rarely resort to bombing, and I can’t see an environmental reason for bombing the stadium.”
    Jake shifted on the edge of the table, a frown drawing down his face. “If he
is
a terrorist, he’ll take credit for his work in the next twenty-four hours or so.”
    â€œCan’t you just look up who bought the ticket for the suspect’s seat number?” Darcie asked. “Wouldn’t you then have his identity?”
    Jake shook his head. “Someone who plants a bomb won’t buy a ticket under his real name.”
    â€œPlus, the heavy rain kept people away, leaving tons of empty seats in the covered area,” Cash added. “The bomber might have simply taken advantage of an empty seat.”
    â€œWhat about the bomb itself?” Skyler asked. “Does it give you any thoughts on who we might be looking for?”
    Cash nodded. “The bomb was rudimentary, but it did have an antiremoval device, so that speaks to some experience with explosives. Also, he used blocks of Semtex, which aren’t easy to come by.” Cash shifted on his feet. “The question I think we need to be asking is, what did he hope to accomplish with the bomb? The backpack was placed by the stanchion holding up the roof. Maybe he wanted to take it down, but without tamping the bomb, it wouldn’t likely happen.”
    â€œTamping?” Darcie asked.
    â€œIn layman’s terms it means aiming the force of the blast in the direction you want it to go to make the explosion more effective.”
    â€œWhich tells us what exactly?” Jake asked.
    â€œEither he’s not very knowledgeable about bombs, or his intent was simply to kill someone in the seating area rather than damage the stadium. Of course, if he had