“When the inspector comes, he’s going to want some information, ask some questions.”
Carli nodded, remembering the last time the fire inspector had shown up. It was arson then, too, and they had suspected Darla. Now that she was dead, they couldn’t get confirmation. The courts dismissed the case, and Carli was careful not to hold Shaun and Ethan personally responsible, just because they were men involved with the law, for a decision that was not theirs to make. But it pissed her off then, and even more so now. Her mother couldn’t have reached from beyond the grave to torch the cabin, though Carli guessed hell, where Darla Tanner had to be, possessed plenty of flame and heat.
“Thanks, Owens,” Carli said and returned to her family seated now on the veranda steps. The firemen were rolling u
