Chapter Thirteen
Phil roughed his hands over his hair and gave me an animated play-by-play of what he’d witnessed as he entered the neighborhood and made his way through the streets.
He was not formulating complete sentence but from what I could gather, he was about twenty blocks away when he first noticed the plumes of smoke jutting into the sky. His gut told him where it had started.
As he approached the dilapidated building we’d tracked Vinny to, his suspicions were confirmed as smoke clouded the air in a foggy haze, making it increasingly difficult to breathe, much less see more than a few hundred feet ahead.
He’d parked the borrowed car at a safe distance, noting that the fire department had not yet arrived. Wondering whether they’d been alerted, he’d almost placed the call himsel
