As the sheriff gazed at the smoke that billowed from the second floor of Old Danny Gap tooth’s house, he could not believe that the dead man’s legacy would go up in flames so easily and within the twinkling of an eye.
He turned to the officer beside him, ready to tell him to call the fire service when he remembered that Maclaud did not have a fire service. He began to sweat, not in fear, but out of pity.
Old Danny’s house was sure to burn to cinders now.
The sheriff wiped his brow with the sleeves of his shirt and recalled what happened after he came here the first time to and spoke with the teenage girl. After she refused to open the door for him, he went another day, hoping to speak with her mother, but no one had even come to the door. Something had not sat right with him about he wh
