CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Remi almost teared up to see row upon row of collapsed bookshelves, their contents now nothing but heaps of ash.
She didn’t need Daniel to tell her the fire had started here. It had obviously been much hotter at this spot. The wooden beams were almost burnt through, the walls blackened and cracked, the books all but vanished.
It was her worst fear confirmed—the arsonist had targeted the library.
“He’s been all through here,” Daniel whispered, as if afraid to disturb the ghosts of the dead scholars.
Remi looked where he pointed and saw blurred footprints through the ash all over the room.
“If he was looking for books that survived, he couldn’t have found any,” Remi said.
“He knows this,” Sergeant Esposito said. “It is obvious. And yet he looked anyway. Why?”
“And he
