“Yes?”
“Call the investigator.”
PART 4 — THE VOICEMAIL
Detective Marcus Reed arrived at my parents’ house the next afternoon.
He worked with the county fire-investigation unit.
He placed photographs on the dining table.
The burned house.
The hallway.
The guest room.
The rear entrance.
“Elena, do you remember smelling anything unusual?”
“No.”
“Gasoline?”
“No.”
“Paint thinner?”
“No.”
“Did Derek keep fuel in the house?”
“Not that I knew.”
Reed nodded.
“Someone poured a small amount of accelerant near the rear hallway.”
