John paced the small living room in the cabin. They’d decided to go there so that they wouldn’t be overheard. He’d already called in the vandalism, but taking the engine and pumper out had destroyed the crime scene. “When would that have been? We got the call right after you got to the firehouse. The vandalism had just happened. I didn’t think about it until then.” “There’s no crime scene now. Any prints or evidence is gone.” “I’m sure it’s not the first time the police have had to work with a crime scene that has been messed up.” She was getting a little impatient. She thought it might help to tell John about the vandal trying to run her down. If he insisted on mourning the loss of the crime scene, she didn’t know how much help he would be. “Besides, what else could I do? We’re the fire department. We had to answer that call.” “We didn’t even need the pumper,”
