Three minutes later, Alex barreled through the door, his older partner Mark Robinson in tow.

Amy was seated with her back to him, and turned as he strode up to her. “Want to join us?” she asked innocently, and then noticed something that made her feel deeply ashamed.

His stone cold voice belied the hurt in his eyes. “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?”

Thinking battled with feelings as she considered telling him the connections her racing mind made in the time it took for him to get there. The feelings won, for the moment. “There wasn’t much thinking involved,” she admitted.

She could tell he was fighting a smile. “I’ll bet.”

“I can vouch for that,” Barb said.

“We’ll take you up on that offer to join you,” Robinson said.

Alex slid in beside Amy and Robinson sat next to Barb. “So,” Robinson said to Barb, “just to be clear, you left the scene of a fire.”

“Yes, we did,” she responded. “How did you find out we were there?”

Amy and Barb locked eyes. “Ron,” they said together.

“That would be Mr. Harman?” Robinson asked.

“That’s him,” Barb said.

“Can you tell us what happened?” Alex asked Amy gently.