Eight“You what?” Hector de Vile stared at Hiram Williams, not believing what he’d just heard. The man had arrived and demanded to see him immediately, his clothes smelling of smoke, shifting from foot to foot, obviously rattled. Most irregular, especially on an uneventful Wednesday afternoon. And then he’d proceeded to tell him some preposterous story about Alexander getting caught in a burning building.
“I dragged him out of the burning studio, Senator. If I hadn’t, there’s a good chance your son would have gone down with him.”
“Just what is going on?” Hector de Vile jumped to his feet and took a step towards the dull-faced investigator, his hands itching to grab him around the neck and throttle him.
“I told you my son was not to be involved!” He roared his frustration, and then rememb
