Noah pulled his car to the curb in front of the firehouse the next morning, put the gear into Park and turned toward Randi.

"I think your minder is waiting for you," he joked, inclining his head toward the building.

Sure enough, Dan Kessler was waiting for her outside the firehouse, leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets. He stared at the car, his forehead creased in a scowl.

"I hope that look doesn't mean he thinks revisiting the scenes is a dead end. We ...