With fire and every law enforcement officer we can round up, this is going to take..." He frowned and looked at the smoke rising from the still flickering fires. "Anywhere from six to twenty hours to get done."
I nodded. "I'll take your word for that."
"Given your habit of attracting mayhem, why don't you guys call Sheree and have her meet you at the station with a pizza. Maybe hang out until we find his body. Just to be sure."
Delaney narrowed her eyes. "Is this that 'unofficial protective custody' thing again?"
He snorted. "Sure. Let's go with that. Don't get your hopes up. I'm giving Hyatt orders not to play poker with you this time."
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Girl Scouts and Mercenaries
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More than a few hours later, I was pretty sure Special Agent Stratton didn't believe us, but we still had
