CHAPTER 27
CARL SEEMED IN A GOOD mood for someone discussing the fire that nearly destroyed his home. “Should you tell her, or should I?”
Even Dominic had a slightly bemused expression on his face. “Why don’t you do the honors?”
Carl crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. “Well, my home insurance adjuster won’t like it one bit, but at least now we know who our arsonist is. He’s about three and a half feet tall, ten years in age (give or take), and his two favorite words are hungry and yucky.”
Kennedy looked for any traces of a jest in Carl’s expression. “Woong did it?”
“Yup.” Carl chuckled. “Boy’s been obsessed with fire since the day we brought him home. Bul! Bul! Shouts it all the time. Social worker thinks probably that’s how he kept warm in the winters when he was out on t
