The color drained from Webster's face as Sallie's words hit him. 'No—' the thought crashed through his mind.
"You're a liar!" he yelled, hoping volume could somehow make her words untrue.
"Jill rescued me. You were out of town, she even injured her hand saving me," he protested frantically, his words tumbling over each other in desperation.
Even while he kept shouting denials, Levi's old comments kept surfacing in his memory.
The rescue crews had searched for days without finding him, yet Jill somehow located him immediately.
A delicate girl who seemed incapable of violence had supposedly dragged a full-grown man to safety, walking away with nothing but a scraped palm. None of it added up.
Sallie caught the doubt flickering across his face and smirked. "Who exactly told you I was out of town? Did you verify that yourself? And Jill's heroic rescue—did you witness it, or just take someone's word for it?
