Three days passed without any new leads. The investigation into the Lawson estate fire had reached another dead end. Stacks of files covered Kelvin's desk, each one holding fragments of a story that refused to come together. He rubbed his temples in frustration. "There has to be something we're missing." Damien stood across from him. "There is one person we haven't spoken to." Kelvin looked up. "Who?" "The retired firefighter who gave the original statement." "He has agreed to meet you." Kelvin immediately stood. "When?" "This afternoon." --- The meeting took place at a quiet lakeside cottage just outside Noctis. The retired firefighter, Thomas Reed, welcomed them inside. Though his hair had turned silver with age, his memory remained remarkably sharp. "I've been waiting

