Chapter 41: Chapter 41

Zach picked up his wallet and keys, at least mostly convinced he was making the right choice. But he'd only stepped one foot out the door when his phone rang.

"Garcia here. We've got another fire."

Zach swore a blue streak all the way to the Baptist Church. A good-sized crowd had gathered in the parking lot, around the smoldering heap of a car. The firefighters had the blaze, out, but the foam-covered pile of debris was still smoking and steaming.

As Zach took in the scene, Garcia, a tall, imposing man in his early thirties, strode up to him, notebook in hand. "Choir practice was going on. We've got two witnesses - a couple high school girls who were working in the nursery, watching kids while the parents rehearsed."