7.Jamie had finally tracked down Eli Johnson, the convicted arsonist living now over in Alameda in the East Bay.
Johnson was a forty-three-year-old rugged-looking customer, big and husky. He wore a denim motorcycle club jacket with Urban Cowboys in black Gothic script stitched across the back. He hadn’t done any actual prison time after setting a series of small grass fires up in Pope Valley when he was an eighteen-year-old high school dropout. Johnson was more than just reticent about discussing any of the details of his criminal misbehavior back then.
With a prickly attitude, he said, “This was all juvenile stuff, you know, sealed permanently by court order back then. I don’t have to talk about it to anyone, including you or any other investigator. Anyhow, it doesn’t have anything to d
