“Dammit, Adam, I'm sure the fire department is on their way…” “I'm not waiting.” Adam withdrew a fire extinguisher from the back of the truck and ran toward the flames. Brynn spotted another extinguisher in the back and grabbed it, figuring she may as well help until the fire trucks came. Several bales of hay had been piled two high in a circle around the six foot stake the jersey hung from. The arsonist had apparently doused the bales with gasoline, the sweet smell apparent. Brynn was convinced the arsonist was retaliating against Zeke Good, whether Adam wanted to face it or not. He could shrug off the fact Zeke had been murdered in the first fire and that the second property belonged to Zeke's best friend, but this time the arsonist left a clear calling card. A calling card Brynn realized Adam was rushing toward. “What the hell are you doing, Adam?” She watched as he used his extinguisher to clear a path to the stake where Zeke's jersey hung, announcing to the world he was the reason for the fires. “That's evidence!”
