Daniel had repeated his story of seeing the smoke at first light and going to investigate. He gave a written statement on his observations, detailing what he’d seen when he approached the smoldering ruins of Creed Somers’s home. When he returned to Emma’s at two, she was waiting for him on the porch swing. He knew by the expression on her face that there was trouble. “What’s wrong?” he asked as he opened the gate. “You’d better go and try to talk to Matthew.” She came down the steps to meet him. “I went by the parsonage to ask if there would be a prayer vigil for Creed at the church tonight, and I could hear Grace and him shouting at each other from the street. Your brother’s in a bad way, and she isn’t helping.” “Has she ever?” “She was yelling that Will Tawes was a crazed killer.” Emma took hold of his arm and looked directly into his eyes. “I’m worried about Matthew, Daniel. I don’t think he’s been taking his medication. He didn’t seem himself the last few Sundays.
