The quaint little motel near the edge of the city had blue aluminum siding and cute little shutters next to every window. Each unit looked homey and inviting except for the one at the very end.
There, only a mass of blackened rubble remained where the room"s front door and window should have been. The fires had been put out but thin wisps of smoke still rose into the air.
Jack moved through the parking lot in jeans and a brown trenchcoat, keeping his head down. “Poor souls every one,” he muttered. “Most will probably start looking for other jobs tomorrow.”
Ali Layson stood with her back turned, facing a pair of forensic investigators who nodded at her every word. Her knee-length blue dress looked a little out of place here, but Leyrian fashions were different.
She turned around as he a
