Chapter Eleven
Over the next few weeks, five more fires got called in to the station. None of them caused any damage to a residence or a person. An empty woodshed out on MacKenzie Ridge burned down. A junk car got torched near the campgrounds. Two of the fires involved stacks of pallets. Other than the fact that they were minor fires, Darius could detect no pattern.
Even residents outside the volunteer fire department noticed the unusual fire activity. People started coming up to him on the street and asking him what was going on.
It was frustrating as hell.
Even more frustrating than living below Kate, listening to her move about upstairs, wondering what she was doing or wearing or saying.
Even though they kept a careful distance from each other, he’d noticed a few new things about h
