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Wray and Braden were rolling up hoses when Marcus pulled into the parking lot. He saw them and came over.
“Twice in one day. I don’t like these kind of odds,” Marcus said.
“Neither do we, Captain,” Braden said.
“What’s worse is this van looks like it matches the witness description of the one that left the scene of the earlier fire.” Marcus stared at the smoking heap of metal.
Wray didn’t envy the man his job. Having to not only figure out what happened to the rest of the women who were in that building, and the dead one Braden and Wray found, but what happened to the van and who set the fires. Wray just put them out, then he got to leave and forget about it until the next one.
Most of the time. He wouldn’t forget finding that body anytime soon.
“Do you think this van carried awa
