Crayvin
"Was there anything else that you can tell me about the juvenile that you had seen around the building before it caught on fire, Ma'am?"
Jaime shakes her head, frantic over the black cinders that used to be her neighbor's car garage. "The only thing I saw was some young boy wearing a black hoodie, riding around the garage a few times on a scooter while I was out here watering my plants."
"Okay, well if that is all, we will be on our way. If we need anything else, we will be in contact. Thank you for your time."
I smile at the frail woman in front of me, still holding the running hose over her large garden. Before Cassandra and I retreat to the garage next door to speak with the other responders, I observe her bright, red tomato and green cucumbers. I have no clue how this lady
