He could hear Kat cooing and laughing in the living room but he wasn’t going out there. He couldn’t look at her. Somehow, she managed to cross a very strict boundary without being present. He knew he couldn’t actually blame her but he wasn’t ready to forgive all those involved. Or go anywhere near the scene of The Attack. She was leaving soon. He’d come out after she was gone. Eventually. Work. Work would save him. He nodded decisively as he spread crime scene photos on the desk. There was still no way to link Langley to any of the arson sites. None of them held any meaning to Langley. There was no emotional or symbolic motive for any of the locations he chose, as far as Aiden could tell. He was reaching for a report when his eyes glanced over an odd shape. They narrowed as he leaned closer. Why would a chair be there and on its back? Aiden wondered and he studied the window. It was destroyed but from the inside out. This isn’t from the fire. He grinned as he reached for the file containing photos of the library before and after the fire.
