16.A few seconds later, and Maggie’s eyes were staring off into eternity.
“What was she attempting to light?” Sam asked. “Something on one of those huge ceiling joists up there?”
Jamie gazed at the lighter in his hand. “Not with this old thing, I don’t think it works. See, the igniter is frozen…or maybe it just needs flint.” He sniffed it. “I don’t think it even has lighter fluid. It’s just a relic. And I’m betting she never used this lighter as an ignition source for any of the other fires she set.”
“Oh, really?” Sam said, pointing up from where they stood by the dead firefighter.
Smoke was now noticeably trailing out of dozens of spots along the beams.
