C87 ICE EIGHTY-SEVEN: TOO LATE.

THANE’S POV:

Clarity hit like a freight train.

My heart thudded against my ribs as the puzzle pieces began to align slowly, painfully.

How could Madison have been arrested so easily? On what evidence? Just because they saw her with the bottle?

Except, she didn't hand me that water. I took it from her.

That image replayed, vivid as a nightmare: I'd been rushing, adrenaline pumping