Her head tipped forward as she studied the screen of her BlackBerry. LaPorta had always liked her gadgets, whereas he simply tolerated cell phones and pagers as necessary evils.He passed by her and dropped his keys on the desk. Shrugging off his jacket, he hung it on the back of his chair. “What do you have? ”She typed a message into the BlackBerry. “Where’s your partner in crime?”“Kier? Tracking down backgrounds on a couple of our witnesses to the fire.”She hit Send. She tucked the BlackBerry in the pocket of her dark blazer as if she had all the time in the world. “The fire was definitely arson. We tested the area for chemicals and the kitchen area lights up like a Christmas tree. I suspect gasoline, judging by the scent, but tests will confirm. A Molotov cocktail tossed at the front door as your witness suggested would have set the place ablaze.”He leaned back in his chair wondering why the murderer would set fire to the shelter. Had someone in the shelter seen him dump the body?
