Hard Rider - Page 81

I didn’t like the thought of leaving Tanya after what had happened the night before. With that psycho on the loose, I felt like I needed to be watching over my stepsister 24/7 in case he decided to make another house call.

But my professional life had other plans.

The firehouse seemed a little less than boisterous when I walked in through the garage. Normally I could hear the boys from a few yards off in the dining room talking about the latest game, but not today. It almost felt like I was walking in on someone’s funeral.

I found Stoggins up in the kitchen cleaning up what must have been a big breakfast for the rest of the firefighters.

“Everyone already gone out?” I asked, looking around at the practically deserted common area.

“Yeah,” Stoggins said, hanging a heavy steel pot up to dry. “Probably nothing major, but they asked for a bunch of us. Got enough guys here to man the other engine if something else comes up.”

“I’m surprised I’m not getting a damn earful from the Captain about the other day.’

Stoggins let out a laugh as he turned the faucet off, looking at me over his shoulder. “You had us talking about that for a while, but Garfield wouldn’t say what you two got into that had you so mad—he said it wasn’t for him to say.”

“Yeah,” I sighed. ”It’s not something I really want to talk about right now.”

“It must be pretty bad if you won’t even talk about it with me.”

“You could say that,” I offered, letting the weight of everything that had happened settle into my thoughts. “When I’ve got it all sorted out, I’ll make sure to tell you everything.”

Maybe not everything, I thought.

“Works for me,” Stoggins said with a shrug. “Not like I need to hear you go on and on about your problems. I’ve got my own shit to worry about.”

“Real sensitive of you,” I muttered, shaking my head. As I turned to go make sure my equipment was all in order I saw the captain pass by the door.

Before I could even speak, he waved me over, an odd expression on his face.

“Gunner, I’m going to need you in my office for a moment,” he said, his face setting into a deep frown.

“Listen, Cap, if this is about the girl—”

“It’s not. This problem’s way more serious, Cole. Just please, get into my office and have a seat. I’ll be in there in a minute.”

I frowned, a strange tightness starting to creep into my chest as I gave the captain a silent nod. Something was up, something the Cap didn’t want to talk about in the hallway. Maybe he’d decided to take action against me after I punched Garfield the other day.

His office was empty save for a red folder set squarely in the center of his desk. I didn’t like the look of it. Something about how out of place it seemed just put me on edge.

I sat in one of the two chairs in front of the captain’s desk, my hands set awkwardly on the arm rests as I waited for him to return.

It didn’t take him long, and behind him came a tall, bald-headed black guy I’d seen a few times before, but couldn’t remember from where. My mind jumped automatically to the thought that this man might have been some kind of HR rep from the city, or something, here to talk to me about the plentiful accounts of unprofessional conduct I’d perpetrated on multiple occasions.

Unfortunately, the truth ended up being much more grim.

“Gunner, this is Lieutenant Frasier,” the captain said. “He’s with the arson unit, and he wanted to ask you a few questions.” Then he delicately maneuvered his belly around the edges of his desk and flopped into his ratty, worn-out swivel chair.

I narrowed my eyes. “What the hell does the arson squad need from me?” The fire investigative unit was where all the police transfers headed when a few cops decided their jobs were a little too tough for them. Cops and the firemen didn’t get along—in a sort-of-friendly-but-not-really kind of way—and having some cops hanging around pretending to be firemen never sat too well with me.

“It’s actually your sister we needed to speak to, but the number we have on file isn’t in service any longer,” Frasier said, sitting down in the chair next to mine. “I heard from the captain that she was staying with you and wanted to set up an interview whenever she’s available.”

“An interview to find out what, exactly? You think the fire at her apartment was intentional?” If my suspicions—and hers—were true, then it was. But something about the way Frasier said it made my hackles raise. The fuck was he thinking, wanting to question my baby sister?

Cool it, Gun. Let’s be a professional. Shit, Tanya had me thinking all kinds of things, feeling all kinds of things—all of which were driving me nuts.

“We just wanted to see if she had maybe witnessed anything before the fire. Or if her landlord was in any kind of trouble that she knew of.”

“So it was arson,” I mused, clenching the arm of the chair. My mind immediately flashed to Tanya’s stalker, the way he’d broken my Mustang’s window and the scorched brick sitting on my counter back home.

“That’s what our investigation is pointing to, yes,” the lieutenant affirmed. “We found evidence of an accelerant at a few points around the building. It was sloppy—maybe a crime of passion, or maybe he’s just new to burning shit down on this kind of scale—but he’s done his homework. There was a hole busted through the dry-wall near the building’s laundry facility and a few gas-soaked rags shoved inside. Once he lit those rags, the walls went up in no time.”

Firefighters like me don’t usually spend a whole lot of time contemplating the why and how of the calls we respond to. For us, it’s a lot simpler than that. Is it on fire? Okay, then how to we put it out?

We don’t think a lot about the specifics. About the victims. Yeah, sure, we think about them when we’re saving them. And we think about them in this sort of abstract way—every guy fantasizes about pulling grateful citizens out of a burning building. But we don’t think about the little things. The details. Because honestly? That’s what makes it real.

And to do this job, you gotta keep a certain distance. Have a certain amount of clarity. See the forest, but not the trees. You gotta look at the big picture. Fire: bad. Girls: pretty.

So knowing how this fucking psycho had done it—knowing what parts of the building had gone up in flames first—it let my well-informed imagination run wild.

Fuck. All those people...

“You have a suspect?” I asked, hoping that maybe they already had someone—someone who didn’t know my sister—who looked good for the crime. If Tanya’s stalker was the kind of guy who’d set an entire building on fire, then I didn’t want to think of the lengths he’d go to in order to get to her now.

Never should’ve left her. Not even at the mall. I’m a fucking idiot. I’m so fucking stupid. Just because I didn’t want to talk about a stupid fucking kiss...

The lieutenant shrugged. “The usual. Landlord, a few disgruntled tenants. Nothing solid just yet.”

“I might have a lead for you, then,” I said, taking a deep

breath.

“Go ahead.”

“My sister has a stalker,” I began, staring into the space between the captain’s desk and myself. Even talking about this brought to mind the horrible things that happened that night. “A violent one.”

Frasier leaned forward. “And you think that he could have set the fire? Do you have any evidence?”

“I brought my sister home from work and my car was broken into. I came outside and found my back window smashed in with a brick. When I brought it inside, I saw that it had scorch marks on it. There was a note, too. A message for my sister. It was weird shit, man. Like... Criminal Minds-level crazy.”

“I see,” the lieutenant said, taking out a notepad and jotting a few things down as I spoke. “And you just learned of this person last night?”

“Yes,” I said, flexing my hands anxiously. “My sister and I had been estranged until the fire.”

“Do you know the name of her stalker?”

“No, he’s stayed fairly anonymous. Like stalkers tend to do. Look, like I said, I’ve only just been made aware that this guy even existed.”

“Has your sister filed any police report on the matter?”

“No, I don’t think so. She never mentioned it, just told me that he accosted her at work. I think that his message and the brick have been the first time he’s communicated since then.”

“Then we’ll definitely need to have that talk with your sister, Mr. Cole.”

“Yeah.” I nodded, rubbing my hand over my face as my thoughts raced. “I’ll make sure she’s available to talk to you. Mind if I grab your number so we can set something up?”

“Absolutely,” he said, scribbling what I could only assume was his work number down on his notepad and tearing the page out. “If she can get back to me as soon as possible, I’d appreciate it.”

“Sure thing,” I said. “Is that all you needed?”

“That should be everything,” Frasier answered as I began to stand.

No sooner had I reached for the door then it flew open. Stoggins was standing square in the doorway, his eyes wild, face twisted and pale.

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