"I'm totally bumfuzzled," Randi said, leaning her head back against the car seat. Her brain was whirling but it seemed to be in too many directions. "Not a condition I enjoy being in."
"I have to say, I am, too," Dan Kessler agreed with her. "If I didn't know better I'd say we had an arson gang working here, each with their own recipe."
"It seems that way, doesn't it? So many different accelerants, each with different flashpoints." She raked her fingers through her hair in frustration. "You've pulled in every arsonist you've got in your files and you said none of them even had a tiny bit of knowledge about it. Are you sure about that? Not even one of them made you suspicious of them?"
"I wish."
"We've talked to all the owners, or at least their representatives. That got us no place fa
