Chapter 8
“There’s one more thing about the fire you should probably know about,” Gideon said. “Emma’s not picking anything up unless you’re touching her, right?”
“No, not when she’s asleep.” Jesse’s brows furrowed. “What sort of bad news have you got?”
He braced himself. “Whoever did this disabled all the alarms in the building by taking out all the batteries. Which means they were either inside before today, or while Emma and I were sleeping before they set the fire.”
Jesse sucked his breath in sharply. His eyes flashed and Gideon picked up the distinctive scent of Jesse’s anger. It was the only thing strong enough to penetrate the cloud of smoke lingering around him.
When he spoke, his voice was deceptively calm. “Whoever it was must have gone in after I left the office this morning. I know I locked the doors. I always lock the doors.” Jesse rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Christ.”