Matt, his face wiped clean of expression, stood watching water flood over the burning truck. The fire had been spotted when the smoke topped the trees. They got there before the gas tank could blow. When the flames died away, Henry and a couple of forest service firefighters moved in.
“Nothing in the front,” one man called. Matt saw Henry ignore a warning from a firefighter and jump on the tailgate. He looked at Matt over a sea of heads. “We got a body.”
Alice rubbed a smoke-smudged cheek with the back of her flawlessly manicured hand, her shoulders slumping. “I thought—“
“I want a sweep of this area.” Matt shoved his hands into his pockets, the fingers clenched so tight his shoulders ached. “He can’t be that far. Even if he used some kind of timer, he didn’t have that much time to play
