Chapter 6September
“Okay, troops, listen up.” High on his perch, Jake looked like Evita about to address the little people.
“Did you see the calendar proofs?” Tasha and August were on the breakfast dessert course—blueberry pie. Though he’d stopped bringing the Power Rangers lunchbox after the first day, morning shift, afternoon, or evenings, August still brought big meals.
“Dion’s,” he said. “They look good.” Then he and Tasha turned their attention toward Jake.
“County investigators are looking at several fires throughout the county as suspicious. The restaurant fire in Chaffsburg, another over in Woods Valley, the apartment building here. There seems to be a common thread.”
August’s heart skipped.
“Evidence of a, uh, hate crime targeting gay people.” Jake seemed focused on everyone
