Chapter Eight
Ann had just packed David off to work the next morning when she heard a frenzied hammering at her back door. It was Betty.
“Have you seen the paper?” she yapped excitedly, waving the Metro Section in Ann’s face. Betty pushed past into Ann’s kitchen and plopped down in the nearest chair. She swung one designer- jean clad leg over the other. Ann was still in her dressing gown.
“Coffee?” Ann asked, politely. “It’s fresh...”
“It burned!” Betty blurted out. “Last night. It burned. It’s all gone!” In her exuberance and dismay, she missed the question about the coffee.
Betty pushed the paper across the table at Ann and pointed to a picture of the office building. It looked haunted and dark. Vacant windows. Ann counted at least three fire trucks and a police car in the photograp
