Chapter 29
IF SOMEONE burns down your house, and you’re a cop, you can’t beat them to a bloody ruin. You just can’t. That’s too personal. It’ll end your career. My partner should have jumped on me right then, pinning me to the ground, keeping me from criminally assaulting the perp until he would need years to regain the use of his arms and legs.
I’m not a cop anymore. We didn’t have a police department. My brawny partner was a power and light worker with a mad-on the size of the world.
The girls—my girls—might be dead inside the h*******t.
Eric and I charged straight at Suit.
The heat from the inferno that had been my home, our home, if only for a few weeks, pushed at my back. The smell of burning wood faded, replaced by scorching copper anger and the harsh rattle of hot air in my par
