Blake grabbed Miles’ arm as they went out.
“What was that all about?”
“What?”
“You suspected Devin was the arsonist? When did you plan to tell me that, huh?”
Miles looked away. “It crossed my mind.”
Blake nodded, clearly pissed off. “You know I hate to be kept out of the loop, Miles. Next time you have a brilliant idea, you tell me first, okay?”
“Sure. No problem.” He turned around as Jeff came out. “Hey, Doc, we’ll follow you in my car, okay?”
They trailed Jeff into the city, heading toward a quiet neighborhood with streets lined by huge trees. They stopped in front of a small apartment complex and Miles looked up at the building in front of him, which was painted light cream, its balconies decorated with hanging baskets of flowers, and he could hear music. One of the apartments mu
