As one of the top dogs in the LAPD homicide detective pool, he tended to catch the high-profile homicide cases, and it was hard to imagine a higher profile one now than this – in light of the prior incidents, the explosion was being treated as a triple homicide.B-Side and the girls had been taken to the hospital, so Black was left to his own devices as Stan and his partner tried to bring some semblance of process to the scene. Camera crews from all the networks had arrived, and the air over the explosion site was clogged with news helicopters jockeying for position as the rescue teams searched the area.Stan caught his eye and nodded, then broke away and bee-lined for him. “Well, well. Like a bad penny. Mr. Black,” he said, his demeanor all business.“Is it my fault that people keep dying around me?”“Everyone’s gotta have a hobby.”“So what do you think?” Black asked.“Way too early to say, but either something went wrong with the boat and the fuel tanks blew, or somebody went online and researched how to wire the tanks so a spark would ignite them.
