CHAPTER TENWho was the firebug? Was it Dylan Guevara, was it the mysterious well-dressed couple at the house on Cedar Street, or was it some nondescript, possibly itinerant hired hand willing to do anything for the price of his next dose of dope?
Was there a firebug at all? Of this, Lindsey had no doubt. The fire in Edward Joseph MacReedy’s room was the work of an incendiary. Sergeant Stromback and Lieutenant D’Onofrio agreed on that, and Lindsey needed no further convincing. Not after he’d seen the evidence of the disabled sprinklers and the feathered accelerant with his own eyes. And especially not since the encounter in the cellar of the Robeson Center.
But Guevara was a weak suspect in view of Celia Varela’s report. And, weak as he was, Guevara was the only suspect.
Lindsey shook th
