Chapter Ten
He stared at the crystal dangling from her
rearview mirror again, studying it as though he wished it could
provide answers to his questions. The fingers of his right hand
clenched and unclenched occasionally.
They approached the fork in the road
mentioned by the directions. Once past it, she counted mailboxes
and turned into the driveway at the third one. A modest brick ranch
house lay directly ahead.
A man of about Jason’s age answered the door.
Jason asked if he was the owner of the store that had burned and
when the man confirmed it, he identified himself as Special Agent
Jason Hunter from the State Bureau of Investigation. He said he
wanted to ask a few questions about the fire.
“Can I see some ID? I’m sorry to be so
suspicious, but I have reason.”
Jason nod
