The stretch of Main Street from the school parking lot to Grumpy’s was cordoned off and closed, traffic through town being detoured through the residential district, but the devastated block was still the center of frenzied activity. Susan parked the Falcon between a white car with a Washington State emblem on the door and the words Fire Marshal below it in bright red, and the sheriff’s car; Sheriff Price was sitting inside, red-faced and shouting into a cell phone. The firemen who had been on duty the night before stood on the center line with a gray-haired man in a gray suit and Michael West, still in his muddied, torn uniform and newly elevated from football hero to supercop.
Standing slightly away from them, Penny saw the old proprietor of Golden Arts, Zoe’s favorite shop; a plump,
