A young waiter approached Alex and Robinson. “Can I get you anything?” he offered.

“Just water,” Alex said, and Robinson nodded for the same.

Amy decided to be brief. “We were ordering food and a fire broke out in the kitchen. I grabbed a fire extinguisher and kept it from spreading while everyone else got out. Then I left too.”

“That’s it?” Alex asked.

She winced, remembering the scene in the kitchen. “There were at least two teenagers in the kitchen when the door closed.”

“The door closed?” Robinson asked.

She nodded. “And then it blew out. All I saw was fire, and then I got busy when none of the sprinklers went off.”

“That true?” Robinson asked Barb.

“Sure thing,” she replied.

Amy saw something in Alex’s face and tensed up. “You’re not surprised,” she guessed.

“Neither were you,” Barb blurted.