“Mrs Dewar!” Ignoring the fleeing remnants of the crowd, Watters stepped across to her. “You look upset.”
“They"ve burned me out.” Mrs Dewar was smoke blackened, with the lighter trail of tears down both cheeks. “They"ve burned me out.” She put an arm around the shoulders of the young blonde woman who stood beside her. “It"s all right, Katy. We"ll find you somewhere else to live.” She looked up when she saw Watters watching. “They"ve burned me out,” she sounded dazed. “They could have killed us all.”
Watters nodded. “Aye, they could have.” He looked over his shoulder, where Duff was escorting his prisoner away. “Do you wish to come to the Police Office and make a statement?”
“Not yet.” Mrs Dewar shook her head. “I have my girls to take care of.”
“All right, I"ll either drop by myself o
