Jon paced back and forth at the foot of Denise's bed. "Woman, I have spent too much time in this place praying for you." Denise blinked at the muttering blonde, pulling at the sheets. "Oh, now you decide to listen! Do you know what you have put me through?" She wiggled her fingers at him. "Cute. Real cute. Look, all I want to hear right now is that you figured something out. Have you?" She nodded. Jon sat next to her bed. "Can you talk?"
Denise drew oxygen through the tubes in her nose and then began to whisper. "William couldn't use stairs – bad knees. He always used the elevator at the office. His basement would be the perfect place to store supplies. Who would search a Fire Marshall's basement?" She paused to breathe for a few seconds.
Jon asked impatiently, "What about their next move? Where are they now?"
"Get me my city map from evidence" she requested. "I have a couple of theories. If I'm right, they'll strike in the next 10 to 20 hours."
"If I get that here for you, will you promise to stay put and let other people finish this fight?" Jon bargained. Denise raised her right hand. "I am holding you to your promise. Don't move."
Jon, Damien, and Cody left hours ago. Kat, Kadien, and Torrie waited in Denise's room for word, any word. What was going on? Had they found anything? Had they caught the arsonists? The women waited with baited breath.
Colby was finally moved into a semi-private room, so the women moved their interminable wait around Colby's bed.
Joe stood guard by the door, making sure his friend and the women were safe. That meant he was the first person to see the fire fighters returning in the early hours of the morning. Exhausted. Smelly. Smokey. Tired. Happy. Joe raised his eyebrows.
Jon pushed passed him. "It's over. Lexi has them."
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