The gravel kicked up as he pulled away, the red tail lights disappearing down the dark mountain road.

The second deputy stayed behind to secure the truck and the evidence.

“I need you to come down to the station tomorrow morning to make a formal statement, Captain Calder,” the sheriff said to me.

“I’ll be there,” I said.

The sheriff nodded, tipped his hat to my mother, and climbed into his vehicle.

Only Deputy Miller remained, waiting for the tow truck to arrive for Dorian’s vehicle.

I looked back down at my phone.

Mr. Voss was still connected.

“Mr. Voss, I’m going to put you on speaker,” I said.

I tapped the screen and held the phone between my mother, Brielle, and myself.

“Mrs. Pike,” Mr. Voss’s voice cleared through the speaker.

“This is Donald Voss.”

My mother stiffened at the sound of his name.

“Donald,” she said, trying to make her voice sound firm.

“This is a private family matter.”

“It ceased to be a private matter when your husband committed grand larceny and attempted arson,” Mr. Voss said.