JULIAN

I called David from the car on the way back to our house. Claire was beside me, looking out the window, she'd stopped crying but her face still carried the aftermath of it, the redness around her eyes.

I kept my voice low when David answered. "Claire's facility was burned down last night," I said. "Arson.  It was confirmed this morning."

There was a pause on the other end. "Are you serious?" David asked.

"Completely," I replied.

"Adrian," David said immediately.

"That's what I think," I confirmed. "But I have nothing yet, no proof, just timing and instinct."

"Have the police been notified?" David asked.

"There's already an investigator...