Once finished, he said, “If I have any more questions, I’ll be in touch.” “When will your investigation be completed? Will we be informed of your findings?” “I can’t give you a time frame,” he snapped, then gentled his tone. “When I feel I have everything I need, I’ll have to review it. If it’s not arson, I’ll make sure to let you know what I find. Hope you feel better, Miss Locke.” He closed his notebook and left. Outside the door, he breathed out. He had acted rudely, bordering on being an ass. But something about Julianne Locke set him on edge. Pull it together, Keenan. Finish up and go home. He went to question the rest of the partners of Moments. Over an hour later, he left the hospital. In his SUV, Keenan’s thoughts turned to Julianne. From talking with her partners and Reid Locke, her brother, who was also the architect of the building, Keenan had got a solid impression of the woman. Julianne was hardworking, dedicated to her business and family and highly respected.
