CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
In the distance sound of sirens of the local Finchley, firefighters carried on the wind.
“You, okay?” Nash asked, getting to his feet and stepping back, away from the direct heat of the burning building.
Jordan laughed the best she could and shot him a look. “I could ask you the same.”
“Well, I know how a hamburger feels,” Nash said, gazing up at the blue sky above.
“Is that it? Is it over?” Jordan asked.
Nash thought for a moment, then shook his head. “No, not yet.” Nash looked over at the burning house. The walls were now a mass of flame. As the roof gave in and crashed into the structure, Nash turned to Jordan. “Was Longsdale in there?”
Jordan nodded silently.
Nash looked back at the flames, thinking about all the evidence that had been lost in the fire, about
