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I looked across the room, toward a closed door. As I walked to it, I picked up an acrid smell.

Smoke?

If Rae was smoking down here, I wasn't going to be the one to catch her. I turned to go back upstairs, and saw Rae squeezed between two towers of shelves.

Her lips formed a silent oath as she shook her hand, putting out a match. I looked for a cigarette. There wasn't one—just the smoldering match.

I heard Liz's voice again: "That's Rachelle. She has this 'thing' for fire."

My reaction must have shown because Rae jumped forward, getting between me and the door, hands flying up.

"No, no, it's not like that. I wasn't going to do anything. I don't—" She slowed, seeing she had my attention. "I don't start fires. They wouldn't let me stay here if I did. Ask anyone. I just like fire."

"Oh."

She noticed me staring at the matchbook and pocketed it.

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