Beneath The Embers.
turned into a steady downpour, streaking the glass with thin, glowing rivers beneath the streetlight. She sat there for a mom
grabbed it, expecting a message from Anita, maybe a
wasn'
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ew he'd been circling her investigation for weeks. But no one else had ev
t was empty. Just rain and shadows. But the
d backed it up to her encrypted drive. Years of investigating
her coat tight against the rain, an
e couch, half-asleep, a sports
in, his eyes flicking to her
happ
toeing off her boots.
fer more. That was their quiet agreem
ouch in Anita's guest room, Helena pul
co
s architectural designs had been partially or completely destroyed in fires over the last two years. The buildings were scatte
owntown library Marco had helped restore before
details, like marks etched in shadows. Red thread-like not
oof. But it
ropped a ma
e from the sam
u need in the archi
He's not w
sat up
beneath
them but they knew too much to ignore. And the mentio
d. Her mind raced
into her journal befo
s. He's part of something. An
Studio, two-story building framed in steel
onsultant ID she'd made years ago for situations jus
I was told to pull schemati
service elevator. "Basement level.
thin card withou
ed her and m
stepped into a dim, concrete hallway lined with locked door
allic. The room stretched wider than she expected, full of rolling shelves
ning until she found th
Montrose.
overed over t
lled t
st glance-but tucked in the margin was a line of
't structu
unfolded the full sheet an
densities, airflow patterns-ways to ensure a fire
blueprint
d Marco Leo'
napped photos quickly, careful to retu
saw somet
der tucked beh
a single word
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arred rooms, fire paths, c
lena
. Notes on her patterns, her
from las
nearly knocking o
re watc
behind he
rned s
in the doorway
you're going to chase the fire, yo
move. "Wh
ity burns fast. But obsession
ith rage. "You've been orchestrating the
ead. "You think