CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENIt was March before Jesse saw it coming. He was busy in the newsroom and, in his spare time, getting to know the beautiful art teacher who moved into the apartment below him at 1114.
No arrests had been made in the Landing fire. It looked like police and insurance investigators were coming up empty handed. They found plenty of evidence indicating arson but nothing except suspicion to link the hotel owner to the crime.
Spring was still a month away in northern Indiana, but the hopefuls and groundhog believers thought it was right around the corner. Jesse, Butch, and Dale could see their breath as they hauled instruments into Rob Ashe’s recording studio on Hanna Street. It was Saturday morning, and they were hungover from the Friday show but too excited to notice.
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