don’t think so.” He pointed at the ground, and she walked around the edge of the desk to see what was so interesting.
A metal trash can was filled with ashes and sitting on the floor beside the file cabinet. “What the hell…”
“Look up.”
She tipped back her head, focusing on the sprinkler head just above them. “He set the sprinklers off on purpose.” Her gaze met his. “He wanted the fire department to come.”
“Interesting, don’t you think?”
“Oh, yeah.” She paused, trying to minimize the sweet thrill of discovery coursing through her veins. They still had a lot of investigating to do, but she definitely had a feel for this arsonist. What he wanted, what turned him on. It was this part of the job that she liked, the part that made her so successful. She headed toward the door leading to the warehouse. “Let’s see what else we find.”
She snagged two hard hats from a rack on the wall, handing one to Wes. “You know the drill, I’m sure. Safety first. Keep your eyes and ears open for any shifting debris.”
A half smile hovered on the lieutenant’s lips. “It’s not so bad working with you, actually.”
“So glad you think so. I’ll be sure to pass that along to my CO.”
“Who is your CO?” he asked as she gingerly turned the doorknob.
“Technically, the state fire marshal, but the governor’s put me in charge of several task forces lately.”
“The governor? Of the state?”
She laid one hand on her hip. “He likes working with me.”
His gaze raked her figure, somehow communicating admiration without insolence. “I imagine he does.”
Her face heated. She was blushing? Oh, man, that was too much. “Come on, hotshot, let’s find the security panel.”
Thankfully, he fell into step beside her and didn’t comment on the personal turn the conversation had taken. “Any idea where to look?”
Cara glanced at the ruined space surrounding her, then consulted her map again. “Looks like we have a sprinkler room toward the back, closer to the left side.”
They headed in that direction, picking their way around the boxes reduced to near ashes. With smoke still lingering in the air, water dripping off most everything, the ceiling partially collapsed in some places, they had a hard time figuring out what was what.
After several minutes of winding through collapsed and melting rows of giant metal storage shelves without any luck, Wes said, “I’ll find Steve. Maybe he knows where the room is.”
“Good idea. I’ll keep looking.”
She headed off again, stepping over boxes and piles of still-smoldering paper, wondering just how many tons of supplies had fallen from upper floors and how much had actually been down here to start with. It was all a blackened, ashy, damp mess.
But just as she was about to turn a corner partially blocked by a fallen beam, she saw a glint of gold. A doorknob maybe?
She squinted, picking up a crumpled box and moving it aside. The outline of a door was definitely visible just behind a group of boxes. Moving them aside one by one, she finally made a small path for her to squeeze through.
Sweat rolled down her face as she struggled toward her goal. She bent over a bit, dusting the soot from her jeans. As she straightened, she saw the body.
The slumped, badly burned figure against the wall. It was a man. It used to be a man.
She turned her head, swallowing the urge to gag. She’d seen it before, would no doubt see it again. The man wasn’t there anymore. Just his body, the flesh that used to contain him. Still, she had to draw a few deep breaths through her mouth before she knew she could look back.
Her gaze slid back to his face, charred and ruined.
Was this how the investigator had felt when he’d found her parents? Revolted, yet full of pity, praying they hadn’t suffered?
“Lieutenant!” she called, then let her head fall back as she stared at the blackened ceiling, trying to calm her breathing.
“Not far behind you,” he called. “You’re nearly on top of the security system room.”
She knew the moment he’d made it past the boxes. He sucked a breath; the air stilled.
“This thing just got a whole lot more serious,” he said.
She glanced at him over her shoulder. “It certainly did.”
WES STARED OUT his truck’s windshield as he drove himself and Cara through the predawn light.
They’d said very little to each other in the past three hours. Words were certainly beyond him, though he did wonder how often she found something as horrible as what they’d just witnessed. His thoughts went to his father, of course, tragically killed in a fire when Wes was just a teenager. He thanked God he’d never seen him like that.
As he turned off the deserted highway and headed into town, he also realized he could be thankful he hadn’t disgraced himself or embarrassed Cara. Seeing the shock and horror on her face, he’d swallowed hard. He’d let the part of him that had always been a cop take over. He hadn’t drawn her into his arms the way he’d wanted. He’d relied on stark professionalism as they examined the body for evidence and identification and waited for the coroner and ambulance.
Unable to find ID, Cara had ordered the victim be sent directly to the hospital morgue for autopsy. Poor old Doc Moses, who served as the town’s coroner, had never seen anything like this horribly disfigured body. He’d mumbled and stumbled, and Cara had pulled him aside while the paramedics bagged the body for transport.
Then, patting Doc’s hand, she’d told him to go on home. She’d call one of the state’s forensic experts to do the autopsy and have him rush to Baxter immediately.
She’d been brave and lovely, and Wes found himself falling even more thoroughly under her spell.
“After you drop me off at the hospital, go home and get some rest,” she said quietly. “I’ll call you when I have news.”
“I’m going to the firehouse.” At least they’d have food and company. “Why don’t you come with me? You can shower, get some coffee…”
But she was already shaking her head. “I told the pathologist I’d meet him at the hospital. Hopefully, he’ll have preliminary results sometime tomorrow.”
He simply nodded.
“You mind if I roll down the window a bit?” she asked, not looking at him.
“Go ahead.” With the scent of smoke still permeating his clothes, some fresh air would no doubt do them both good. The crisp air hit him, shocking his thoughts and senses into clarity. Her hair billowed away from her face, highlighting her pale skin and watery eyes. Again, the need to touch her washed over him.
