Chapter 72
“I don’t think so. Tell me about it.”
We did.
“I must say,” O’Sada said, “that you guys make a pretty convincing argument.”
“Yeah,” I said, “but how in the hell are you gonna prove it?”
“You never know. These people sound like rank amateurs when it comes to arson, and amateurs are frequently careless.”
“Can you tell from the way the fire was started that they weren’t pros?” Nate said.
“Certainly.”
We spent a few more minutes talking to the man. Then we thanked him and headed home.
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Jacksonville, FLMonday morning
BEFORE NATE WENT to class, we spent some time composing a report about the arson to Mitch and attached it to an e-mail. Then we called the insurance company and arranged for an adjuster to take a look at the ruins of the house.
“Okay, babe,” I said when we were finished. “That’s all we can do for now—except perhaps one thing.”
“What?”