When Dominick received the call from the police station, he had just cracked open another beer and was already half-drunk.
In his cramped, dark apartment, surrounded by a sea of empty bottles, he struggled to sit up on the couch and hit answer.
"Is this Dominick Swanson? We need you to come down to the station regarding the corpse found in the fire."
By the time Dominick arrived at the precinct, Daniel, Harper, and Wyatt were already waiting in the lobby.
They were greeted by a tall female officer whose voice was steady and strictly professional.
"Are all of Charlotte Lindsey's family members present?"
"I'm her husband."
"We're her parents and her brother."
The officer motioned for them to sit.
"Mr. Swanson, the identification results for the victim of the fire at your residence a
