Chapter Twenty-three
“My god,” Faith whispered, hand to her mouth.
She was horrified as she followed the fire investigator through the soot-covered remnants of the house. The entire second floor had collapsed, the heat of the fire weakening the supports holding it up. The main body of the house was a heap of jumbled beams, partial walls, scorched appliances, and torched objects that used to be furniture.
“Let me take you into the garage, Mayor,” Lieutenant Bill Wakes said, leading the way. “After my investigation this week, I can say with confidence that it’s where it all started.”
The garage only had two walls standing, the back wall and the wall to the right. The large, fiberglass garage door had been destroyed, as well as the wall connected to the house.
“Jesus,” she murmured, eyes
