Chapter Thirty-Seven
“Mr. Hopkins?” Sax said, surprised Cinnamon had spoken to the strange man on the bus to the Portland Airport. When did she talk to him?
Sax could see the fear in Cinnamon’s eyes. She must think I’m mad at her, which I’m not.
“Sax, you’re still my BFF, but I just can’t be seen with a firebug. It’s bad for my image. Someone might think I had something to do with starting the fire. Me? A Wolthorp.” She shook her head and chuckled. “Can you believe it?”
Sax smiled then glanced at Benji. “What does BFF mean?”
Benji’s eyes were wide as saucers. “Binary File Format?” he croaked.
Cinnamon snorted. “Gamer geek.”
Sax eyed her and Cinnamon avoided Sax’s glare. Sax shifted her gaze to Walenburg. “What about you, Walenburg, do you know?”
The concierge’s soot-
