“Then fix your own damn mess, I got more than enough of my own to work on.”

“She’s never going to be with you, Danny.” That cruel edge he knew so well sharped the corners on all those consonants. “She’s never going to want you the way I do. She knows the truth about you and it turns her off.”

“Says the woman with fake tits. Forgive me if I don’t look to you for authenticity. Don’t call me again or you won’t like where it takes you.”

“Two can play at that game.”

“I’ve got less to lose than you do, sweetheart.”

As he hung up, he banged his head back against the building. Deandra was a road that he should never have gone down. The hook up had been a classic across-the-bar kind of thing. Sol had just been killed, he’d been sure that he didn’t have a chance with Anne, and he’d taken up the offer that had been so emphatically presented to him.

As far as he’d been concerned it was a one-nighter, an over-and-done-with-the-sun. Deandra had disagreed with that assessment and had come by the apartment at all hours of the day and night. Seeing a lady in distress, Moose had stepped into void, first as counselor then as a willing piece of gym equipment that the woman had ridden to much vocalizing effect.

Danny hadn’t bothered to point out what seemed obvious to everyone but Moose. Then again, the guy had needed a “win.” After he’d had a rough time in the foster care system, he’d barely graduated from college, had failed at SWAT, and compared to Danny, Jack, and Mitch, had always been the Michael Anthony instead of the Eddie Van Halen or David Lee Roth. George Harrison rather than John, Paul or Ringo.

The store brand, not the name brand.

Deandra had taken things way further than anyone had expected, all the way to that walk down the aisle. And now that she was trapped with Moose, she was thrashing in the net she’d thrown over herself. Talk about knowing the truth, though. She wasn’t the type to jump ship until she had another landing pad, so these phone calls were attempts to set up a place. When it didn’t work, she was going move on to someone else.

Which was how she’d wound up with Moose in the first place.

Chapter 39

The call Anne had been waiting for didn’t come in until she was packing up to leave her office at the end of the day.

The male voice on the other end of her desk phone was brisk and efficient. “I’m calling from traffic enforcement. You’re seeking access to camera feeds down at the wharf?”

She sat back down in her chair. “Yes. I have the dates—do you want me to send them to you?”

“We’ve got a form I can email you? It takes two weeks to process.”

“Two weeks?” She looked over at Soot, who was curled up in his crate. “Is there any way to get it faster?”

“That’s for subpoena.”

“I’m working six fires, and there were at least two deaths. I’m really trying to get through all this.”

“How far do your dates go back?”

“A while.”

“We don’t keep footage very long. Only thirty days.”

And it takes two weeks to get the access? What the hell? “Okay, well, I’d appreciate it if you’d email me the form. I’ll get the ball rolling with you and see if there are some other angles I can get to.”

“Listen, the form tells you to send it back to the open inbox. Just shoot it back to me. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you. That’d be great.”

Hanging up, she’d been hoping there was another way, but it looked like she was going to have to go with option two: hardball.

Getting to her feet, she grabbed a folder she had prepared during lunch. “I’ll be right back, Soot. And then we’re going home.”

The Arson Investigation and Fire Inspection Division of the City of New Brunswick took up one floor of the muni building with its dwindling number of inspectors and their support staff working out of a rabbit warren of little spaces with more doors than windows. Don had a corner office, but it was not luxurious, what with its two-sided view of the parking lot.

As she knocked on the jamb, he looked up from his computer. “Now what.” But he eased back and took his “World’s Greatest Boss” mug with him. “You look like you’re on the warpath.”

“I need your help.”

“Wait. I want to be prepared.” He opened a drawer and took out a bottle of Motrin. After taking two, he muttered, “Let’s do this.”

She handed him the folder across his desk and then took a step back while he read.

Her boss went through the paperwork twice. Then looked up at her. “You want to subpoena Ripkin for access to his security cameras on those buildings.”

Anne paced around, unable to stand still. “I’m surprised the previous investigators on the first five fires haven’t already. No offense, but I think they were writing the scenes off because of their location and lack of intrinsic value. We need to see who was going in and out of those buildings because if the Ollie Popper theory is right, he had a sizable amount of evidence to move around. There would be a vehicle that would pull up to the site and enter. It would be there for an hour or so while he moved the goods. And if Ripkin is burning those buildings down? We’d still see someone enter.”

She sat down in one of the two vacant chairs opposite Don, remembering the wired seat Ripkin had made her sit in while they’d spoken in his office. “I’ve been thinking about something. Ripkin Development is a huge corporation, and I have a feel the guy’s paranoid about security and monitoring. There were copious amounts of office equipment in at least two of the fires—so maybe Ripkin is the one disappearing hard drives and laptops. There is no way to completely wipe out memory from computers, unless of course you melt them.”

Don closed the folder. “I get the feeling you’re focused on Ripkin.”

“Or Ollie.”

“Mostly Ripkin. Be careful about seeking information to confirm your hypothesis.” Taking a pen, he signed at the bottom of the form. “But I like your focus, Ashburn.”

“Thanks, boss. I’m going to send this over right now. I’ve also got another one to do for the traffic feeds, but I’ll do that tonight from home for your signature first thing in the morning.”

When she got back to her own office, her cell phone was ringing and she caught the call right before it went into voicemail. “Tom?”

Great, her brother only called her when something was wrong.

“Hello?” she prompted when there was no response.

“Can you meet me over at Mom and Dad’s now?”

Anne frowned. “Your voice sounds weird. Are you okay?”

“Just meet me over there, okay.”

“Yeah. Sure—gimme ten. I’m still at the office.”

Maybe the renovations needed to repair the tree damage were much more than he’d thought? Or . . . she couldn’t think what else it could be.

“Is Mom going to be there?” she asked.

“No. Just you and me.”

* * *

As Anne turned onto the correct street, she was looked around at the houses and was surprised to find that her own neighborhood, where she lived now, was almost identical. Why hadn’t she noticed before? Then again, when was the last time she’d been down here?

A couple of years.

And why wouldn’t she live similarly? Her father had bought the house on the same salary, adjusted for inflation, that she was earning now. Sure, she hadn’t had a wife and two kids—but he hadn’t started out like that and her mom had contributed a kindergarten teacher’s salary to the household income.

Jesus . . . it was still pale blue.

The two-story had been built in the late sixties, and the siding had been white back then. But her mother hadn’t wanted to lose the opportunity to “pretty” it up. So that blue had been born and thrived, despite the fact that it turned the place into an Easter egg that was embarrassing.

Anne parked the Subaru in the driveway, behind her brother’s SUV. “Soot, I’ll just be a few minutes. You already went out, so you’ll be okay. Bark if you need me.”




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