DOMINIC
Someone was willing to burn the whole building down to destroy evidence. Suddenly attempted murder seemed very possible.
We stood on the sidewalk across from Chen Technologies Tower and watched smoke pour from the twentieth floor. Fire trucks surrounded the building, hoses snaking across pavement. Red and blue lights painted everything in alternating colors.
The firefighters had contained the blaze to the executive floor. My floor. My office.
"How long until we can go back in?" I asked the fire captain.
"At least six hours. We need to make sure the structure's stable." He consulted his tablet. "Fire started in your office, Mr. Chen. Spread to three adjacent rooms."
Maya stood beside me, arms wrapped around herself despite the blanket over her shoulders.
"What caused it?" she
