Chapter 47: Explosion
7:03 P.M.
I didn’t have time to mourn my relationship with Matthew McDestin because Officer Jim Tanner called my cellphone and blared into my ear, “There’s an explosion at Westark Tile Warehouse! Take your camera and get down there!”
I told him, “Thanks,” and ended the call, jumped in my Avalanche, and landed at the tile warehouse in a matter of minutes.
Beth Harriday was on site, just as I predicted she would be. She interviewed two workers and I snapped off a hundred or more pics. Plumes of smoke and fire spiraled into the evening’s sky from the three-story building. A hole the size of a passenger bus now comprised the front portion of the warehouse. Melted linoleum burned somewhere in the debris, stinging my nose. Chunks of ceramic and marble tile were scattere
