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“And he also thinks Wick is behind the Freshman Bait List,” Star said as if she was ticking off his obvious motivations.
“He was looking for proof. Actual proof. He wanted to put an end to theListnot to Wick!”
“You’re defending him because he’s your boyfriend.”
“I’m defending him because I know he didn’t do this! He’s far too…logical to do something like this. Fitz doesn’t lose his cool. Ever. He knows what it means to be the son of high-profile parents.”
“Correction,” Star said. “He doesn’t lose his cool unless it comes to his sister andyou. Everyone in school knows your name was recently added that stupid list. He did this to Wick out of some sick revenge for you.”
“No,” I said, turning off the news. “He didn’t. He wouldn’t. If he was going to confront Wick, he would do face to face. Not by doing something as cowardly as using his car as a battering ram.”
“Just don’t let that blind loyalty make you totally blind if the truth comes out and he did do it. I have to go. We’re having a Saturday morning cheer squad practice. But if you need me, text me.”
Star left the kitchen but I stayed rooted to the spot in front of the TV.
I knew I was right. This wasn’t like Fitz at all. Not that the police were going to understand. They had a witness who saw his car. They would have an entire school full of witnesses who had seen Fitz either threaten Wick or physically assault him at a party. It would all look so neat.
A high school feud that went too far.
Yeah, too neat.
I needed to think this through. Someone must have taken Fitz’s car. It was the only explanation. At some point after the football game and before he came to pick me up at The Club. He’d been at The Woods hours before he came to pick me up. It had to have happened then. If the police, or even Wick, knew the exact time of the accident, and Fitz could find someone to say he was at The Woods at that time, then it would prove his car had been stolen.
Or was it even simpler than that? Fitz loaned his car out to his friends all the time.
I let out a breath of relief. If my assumption was correct, and I knew it was, and there was no way that Fitz could have done this, then all he needed was an actual alibi for the time of the accident. And a reasonable explanation of who might have been driving his car at that time. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket.
I’d sent several texts to him last night after he’d dropped me off. None of which he’d answered, understandably. I had no idea how long the police had kept him, but I also knew his mother was a good enough lawyer she wouldn’t allow him to say anything that would give the police enough evidence to charge him.
I tried again.
Me:Are you home?
Then it happened. I saw the dots. Now I wanted to kiss whoever invented those damn dots.
Fitz:Yes.
Me:Is it over?
Fitz:No. No matter what happens. You have to know I didn’t do this.
Me:I KNOW you didn’t do it. Why do they think you did?
Fitz: Can’t really talk about it. My mom doesn’t want me to say anything until I talk to a lawyer. Just don’t believe anything you hear.
Me:I won’t. I know you would never do this. We just have to prove it. Someone set you up.
Fitz:Yes.
Me:Who?
Fitz:?
Shit. That wasn’t good.
Me:Why are they doing this?
Fitz:I guess because of the List. Because I’m trying to stop it.
