Zoe POV

Chloe's pupils do something small and involuntary — a tremor, there and gone in half a second. Then she composes herself, and when she speaks, the words come out with the deliberate vagueness of someone who isn't sure of their ground but has decided to sound like they are.

"He's lying," she says. "Or she made him. You think she couldn't have gotten to Jake first? Threatened him, pressured him, told him exactly what she needed him to say?" She opens her hands. "This is ...