"The storm blew it out," Nancy explained.
Scott frowned. "I wonder why?" he asked, the question directed more towards himself than to her.
"Chase said the lightning rod was wired wrong," Nancy supplied helpfully, than winced.
She could have kicked herself. Why had she told him that? She wasn't supposed to divulge details to a suspect, even if she did like that suspect.
"That's a bit disturbing," Scott muttered. "Anyway, I forgive you. I shouldn't have gotten upset just because you came in here. You can do what you want."
Nancy swallowed. Here came the moment of truth. "Who's Brooke?"