the case. âDetective, you didnât have to come all the way here for this.â To Eddie, he said, âWerenât you just leaving?â
âMr. Bourque stays,â Orr said, rooting around in her briefcase. âAs I explained on the phone this morning, Mr. Keyes, we found something that belongs to this newspaper.â
Orr took a plastic zipper bag from her briefcase and plunked it on the desk. There was a cellular telephone inside, or what was left of one. The device was melted and smeared with soot. Something worse than roaming charges had gotten to Eddieâs phone in the old triple-decker.
Keyes frowned at the phone, and then said to Eddie, âDid you lose something at that fire last night?â
They stared at him. The weight of their eyes pushed Eddie back into the chair.
âI donâtâwhat fire?â he said.
Annoyed, Keyes said, âHavenât you seen the paper today?â He held up a copy. A firefighter was silhouetted against yellow flames in a two-column photo on page one.
Eddie snatched the paper from him. âI saw it,â he admitted, âbut I didnât read the story.â
The headline said:
FIRE CONSUMES VACANT HOUSE
Officials Suspect Arson in Acre Blaze
Eddie recognized the house; it was where he had fallen through the floor.
He read the story:
By Russell Spaulding
Empire Staff
LOWELL â
A three-alarm fire leveled a vacant triple-decker apartment house in the Acre neighborhood last night, forcing the temporary evacuation of a dozen nearby homes.
Nobody was hurt by the fire in the boarded-up building, though one firefighter suffered an apparent heart attack on the scene and was transported by ambulance to Lowell Methodist Hospital. He was listed this morning in serious condition.
Fire officials have labeled the blaze âsuspicious,â and are searching the rubble for evidence of arsonâ¦.
Detective Orr gave him time to read to the end, and then said, âThe firefighter who was stricken on the scene has four kids, Mr. Bourque. In grade school.â
Is she accusing me of arson?
âI donât know anything about this fire,â he insisted.
Keyes suggested, âMaybe you lent your company cell phone to some arsonists, and they roughed you up when you asked for it back? Or are those burns on your hands?â
Detective Orr looked Eddie up and down. Eddie saw her eyes linger a moment on his hands.
âMr. Bourque and I need a place to speak in private,â she said to Keyes.
âDonât worry,â Keyes said, clearly enjoying himself. âThey canât hear us in the newsroom.â
Detective Orr scrunched her brow. âIâd prefer if
nobody
could hear us.â
âI had this office soundproofed,â Keyes assured her. She frowned at him and he got it. âOh.â He looked at Eddie, who jerked a thumb toward the door. Keyes made a sour face, took a yellow lollipop from his desk, and then left, yanking the door shut.
Eddie held up his hands. âThese arenât burns.â
âObviously,â Orr said. âYou should ice that bump on your head, it will keep the swelling down.â She was calm and businesslike. Eddie didnât like that, though he couldnât decide why. She leaned against Keyesâ desk, folded her arms and said, âThis is the part where you tell me what happened to you last night.â
He noticed how she had put the question.
What happened to you
? was less accusatory than
what did you do
? It was an old reporterâs technique to avoid putting people on guard. This cop was good, Eddie decided. But he was already on guard, rattled by the news of the fire and by his conversation with Keyes.
Eddie said, âI want to know what happened to Danny.â
âSo do I.â
He told her about the Cambodian woman at the wake, and of his fall through the floor and splashdown in the canal. âSome, ahâhomeless people saved me,â
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