left quickly. âNormal, huh?â âBut not dull.â Outside again, a cold drizzle turned the town gray and dreary, so we halted the tour and got back in the car. Piet wanted to see the sites of the recent fires, following the list Mac at the firehouse gave him. We saw scorched trash cans in the center of town, but everything in or around them had been swept up and sanitized days ago. A few of the torched mailboxes on the side streets still waited for repairs. Ignoring the rain, Piet got out and touched and smelled and walked around six of them. He did the same at the charred old shed behind the bowling alley while Elladaire and I read the new books. The Wheels on the Bus book had wheels that turned! What would they think of next? Piet came back with a handful of dirt or leaves that he wanted to examine later. I found my motherâs stash of pooper-scooper bags under the backseat for him. He stuffed some in his pockets while I drove out to the demolished beach cottage. You could smell soot, even with the rain and the distance from the house where I had to park the car. A narrow crushed-shell path led down to the ruins on the shore, but you couldnât see much from here. âDo you have to go? Itâs awfully far away. And I think itâs raining harder.â âI have my rain poncho.â âThe county arson squadâs been here, and the insurance inspectors. None of them found anything. Big Eddie sniffed for accelerants, anything suspicious. I thought the cause of a fire was not your field of expertise.â He was pulling the plastic raincoat on over his head. âIâve seen a lot of fires,â was all he said. âBut you wonât see Elladaire from there.â That was my main concern, of course, not that heâd get wet or waste his time. âThe building could be out of your range.â Heâd said his extinguishing distance varied with weather and terrain. âYou want me to take her out in the storm?â The babyâs lip was quivering already, and her eyes started to fill with tears. Her Pipi was leaving. âDo you want her to cry in a closed car when youâre gone?â âDamn. How far is it to the house?â âHow should I know? Iâve never been down that path.â âIt canât be too far. People have to carry groceries and get fuel deliveries.â âItâs a beach cottage. Sorry, it was a beach cottage. I think they said there was no furnace to malfunction, only a fireplace and an electric heater. Neither used recently. The place didnât rent this summer, with the poor economy.â I gave Elladaire a dog squeaky toy I found under the seat when I looked for the poop bags. She put it into her mouth. Oh, hell. But she stopped crying. âWhat if youâre not looking at her?â âIâll walk backward, okay?â Down the steep path? âDonât be absurd. Go. Listen if I call.â âYou really are a worrier, arenât you?â âWorld-class. It runs in my family, on my fatherâs side. Iâm sorry; I donât mean to be a nag. Thatâs from my motherâs side.â âDonât apologize. Itâs kind of cute.â Cute? Iâm waiting to be turned into a charcoal briquette and he thinks itâs cute? âAre you sure your thing will still work if youâre out of sight?â âMy thing is working fine.â He gave a devilâs grin. âMy fireproofing works unless Iâm unconscious. Thatâs the only way to turn it off. A doctor from DUE tested when I was a kid having my tonsils out. They checked again during the last surgery. Not in the OR, of course. But one of their agents tried to use a cigarette lighter before I recovered from the anesthesia. The lighter worked.â He got out of the car. âIâm wide awake now. You and Edie will be fine. Trust me.â I did, except. Except Elladaire was