Smoke And Ashes. Danica Winters

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СКАЧАТЬ his engine and the BC turned and gave him an acknowledging tip of the head. Hiller’s face was pinched and his eyes tired, as though he was just waiting for him to arrive so his crew could hand off the chain of custody.

      On the porch of the neighboring white row house a little boy, his thumb in his mouth, sat in a turquoise patio chair. The boy smiled and waved at him, his chubby arm wiggling.

      Something about how the boy’s eyes lit up reminded Kevin of Colter when he’d been younger. Colter used to love waiting on the porch for him to come home. The second he’d arrived, his son would rush down the steps in a hurry to welcome him.

      How things had changed.

      For the millionth time, he wished he could turn back the clock, but life was fickle and moments fleeting. If he’d only known then what he knew now, he would have run to Colter and scooped him up in his arms and carried him inside to where baby Lindsay had been. He would have spent every spare moment he had with his wife and his perfect little family. Yet, most nights, he had just pat him on the head as he brushed past him on his way toward the fridge and a cold beer.

      Allison had hated his routine, the way he was so wrapped up in his job when he’d come home from work. She had never understood how badly he’d needed a moment to wind down, to relax after a crazy day fighting fires. Then again, he had never really understood what it must have been like for her, waiting for someone to come home, only to have him arrive in body but not in mind.

      There was no going back.

      The little boy’s mother opened the door and hustled the boy inside. After a moment the curtain in their living room shifted slightly as if the woman was watching.

      Hiller walked up to the truck and tapped on the window. “Glad to see you could make it, Jensen.”

      “Sorry I’m late. I had to find someone to watch Lindsay.” His thoughts moved back to Heather, the way her hair had haloed her face and her jeans had hugged her perfect hips when she’d answered the door.

      Hiller nodded, but it was easy to see from the puckered look on his face that he didn’t really understand—or care.

      “We’ve been waiting an hour.”

      “I’m here now.”

      “Next time be quicker about it. Some of us have work to do.”

      “What, do you have a girlfriend waiting?” Kevin joked, but Hiller’s face remained motionless. Kevin coughed, trying to dispel some of the tension. “Anyways... Ya wanna fill me in?”

      “The crew arrived on scene at 5:03 a.m. I arrived a few minutes after. Fire started on the second floor. They managed to get the homeowner—one Elke Goldstein—out of the house in a matter of minutes.”

      “Anyone else in the house at the time of the fire?”

      Hiller scanned his notes. “She was the only one. I asked her a few questions, but Ms. Goldstein wasn’t especially forthcoming with information. She seemed relatively unharmed, but was adamant she had to leave.”

      “Do you know anything about her? Does she work? Is the house underwater?” There were no for-sale signs in the yard and the grass was well-kept, but it was amazing how good a house could look even when the owner was only a piece of paper away from losing it.

      “As far as I know, everything was on the up-and-up, but she didn’t really want to talk to me.”

      “Making friends again?”

      “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

      “Just that you’re popular.”

      “Why don’t you stop worrying about me and start worrying more about your investigation?”

      Kevin chuckled. “You know where Ms. Goldstein went?”

      “She said she had to go to work. Someplace called Ruby’s.”

      Kevin grabbed his clipboard. “What else can you tell me about the fire?”

      “Fire was small. Confined to the second floor. Extinguished quickly. There was a suspicious mark in the upstairs hallway.”

      “Was anyone seen running from the scene? Anything suspicious?”

      “One of her neighbors...” He pointed to the white house where the boy had been sucking his thumb. “They reported seeing a man leave the house a few minutes before the smoke started.”

      “Ms. Goldstein didn’t tell you about him?”

      Hiller shook his head. “Not a word.” He handed Kevin a copy of the fire report. “Here’re my notes. I’ve been more than thorough.”

      “Great.” He clipped the report in his clipboard.

      Hiller turned around to face his crew. “Let’s go, guys. Now this is someone else’s problem.”

      “Wait. Leave me a couple of guys. I need them stationed outside the door until I’m done.”

      “How long you want to keep the scene intact?”

      Chief Larson’s words echoed in his mind—Things are tight, Jensen. We need to cut costs. If he didn’t watch it, he would be getting the ax. But he had to get back to Heather’s to pick up Lindsay, and he had promised Colter he would swing by his baseball practice. Heather would help him, if he needed—she always did—but something in her beautiful, hazel eyes told him that today was one of those days that she needed him. He couldn’t let down her or his kids.

      “I’m going to need at least a day or two.”

      “Jensen, time costs money—money the city won’t give us. What little we have would be better spent on something other than chasing down a ghost. You know the chance of finding whoever is behind this is slim to none. Don’t waste my time and the taxpayer’s money. Let the insurance company write her a check.”

      “I’m trying to save the taxpayer’s money by stopping this from happening again.”

      “You haven’t even been in the house yet, Jensen. Who the hell knows? Maybe it was just some kid playing around. Why do you always have to assume the worst?”

      “Hoping for the best is a rookie mistake.”

      Hiller slammed his fist against the truck. “This is coming out of your budget.”

      “No problem,” he lied.

      The fire inspector’s budget was closer than a hair on a gnat’s ass every month. If he found adequate evidence of arson, maybe he could convince the chief to cover the cost of keeping the chain of custody going for the next thirty-six hours, but probably nothing more.

      “You need to step into line with the rest of the department, Jensen,” Hiller threatened. “It’s been long enough since Allison died. You’re starting to cost us money because of your inability to do your job.”

      He cringed. Why did Hiller have to remind him? The weeks and months after Allison’s death, he’d get into the flames and all he’d been able СКАЧАТЬ