Uniformed deputies were starting to string crime scene tape around the property when Zach and Tim arrived. The house was still standing. Tendrils of smoke drifted up from the porch, but Zach didn't see any flames. The fire appeared to be out - or at least contained. Taking in each detail automatically as he spotted it, Zach was out of the car before it had even come to a complete stop, his eyes scanning the scene for Laney.
There. She sat on a lawn chair at the foot of her driveway, wrapped in a blanket. One neighbor lady hovered over her, a hand patting Laney's shoulder. There was no ambulance on the scene, and they were closer than Zach had been, so the paramedics hadn't been called in. That meant she had to be okay. Gulping in a breath, he slowed his steps to a brisk walk as he stepped
