Sammy stood next to Cain and stared at the charred remains of the school. Going in there had to be better than the church, but she wasn't looking forward to it.
To divide the investigation, Paul and Kerry were in the church tonight. Sammy and Cain were waiting for Tom to rejoin them, as he'd had to go get a backup battery for the camera.
Six years, almost a hundred cases, and this one in her hometown had her wanting to tuck tail and run.
"Can I put in a request for when you become the big, bad producer?" Cain looked at her from the corner of his eye. "No more cases like this."
Zero worries on that one. "They'd have to give me the promotion first."
"They will."