Reya.

        Headbowed,lipscaughtbetweeeeth,shelookedeverybitthechastenedchildawaitingscolding.

        "Dad."

        Lu''''''''sgazesweptoverher—noinjuries,novisibleharm—andthevisearoundhischestloosenedjustenoughtobreathe.Foralongmoment,hesimplystared,theweightofdaysoffearandfurydissolvingintofourquietwords:

        "You''''''''reokay.Good."

        Thefireragingaheadleftnoroomforpersonalmatters.WhateverhadhappehReyawouldhavetowait.

        HejerkedhisatJun."Takeherhome."

        Then,turningtoNeilfromForensics:"Whenthefire''''''''sout,sweepeveryinch.Assumearsonuntilprovenotherwise."

        Somethinguglycurledinhisgut—adetective''''''''sinstinct,sharpenedbyyearsofseeinghowcasesreallyended.

        Andhisdreadwasfirmedbeforedawn.

        Intheburned-outbasement,firefightersdiscoveredacharredcorpse.

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