Red Nights — Shari J. Ryan

It's always the one you least expect... My brother is dead. My house is in a pile of ashes. Fingers are pointing at me. People think I did it. Why would I do something like this? Why doesn't anyone believe me? Except... Hayes believes me -- a charming stranger I met at a park one late night. A stranger. Is that what he is? I should probably trust my gut. And my gut is telling me to run...