Camille looked at Summer as she got out of the car. She shrugged and followed Tina.

“Damn it,” Summer said to no one, and got out, too, just as her cell phone rang. It was Joe. “God, Joe, are you okay?”

“Yes. Red, listen to me.” He sounded so urgent. “Tell me exactly where you are.”

“At the warehouse, if you can believe it. We were coming to see you when Tina decided to stop and have a fight with my mom.”

“I’m on my way,” came his terse reply. His fire marshal voice.

“But I thought—”

“Where are Tina and your mom?”

“Inside, I think. Mom?” she called out as she entered the damaged open hull where the front door had once been. Everything was blackened and grimy, and she forgot about the earlier fire, forgot about Joe as she was hit with a terrible sense of déjà vu.

That long ago day she’d been choking on smoke as she’d run through, desperate to get to her father. She’d made it to the very spot where she stood, and now her feet felt rooted as her breathing quickened. Oh, God, not now. “M-mom?”

“Up here.”

Tipping her head up she looked at the loft. All around her were burned-out walls and soot. The railing on the stairs was gone completely, though the stairs seemed intact.

If she closed her eyes she could hear the flames. Could feel the heat searing her. Could taste the smoke. Her chest tightened. “I don’t like this,” she said to herself, and phone still in her hand at her side, trailed after her mom and aunt.

The north and east walls of the loft were scorched. The south and west walls were down to the wood studs, allowing a view below to the main floor. In some places, where parts of the floor had collapsed, they could see all the way through to the basement.

Camille and Tina stood in the middle of the room, right where Tim’s desk used to stand. Uneasy with the height, Summer didn’t look down. “What’s going on?”

Camille looked at Tina.

Tina reached for her sister’s hand. “It’s time to find out.”

Camille looked worried. “Tina—”

“I love you, Camille.”

Camille’s eyes filled. “I love you too. I figured you had a good reason for taking the cash. And if you needed it, I wanted you to have it.”

Tina’s eyes widened. “What?”

“But now I’m afraid that you taking the money is somehow related to these fires, and that’s killing me.”

Tina shook her head. “No, I—”

“I never believed you started any of the fires,” Camille told her. “It never even occurred to me. But then Summer came back and began digging around—”

“Hey,” Summer said. “I wasn’t digging—”