"I'm sure Nelson didn't mean to lie." Sheriff Pines set down his steaming coffee mug on the desk beside his notepad, looking up at me with his dark hazel eyes. It felt like nobody really believed anything bad I said nowadays. Not even the police department. "But-" "You just dropped that gasoline bottle on purpose. Judging by the tracks and evidence we've gotten, it's safe to say this was purposeful arson." He interrupts me, dropping his pen. I'm outside. I take out my phone. My mom called me.