Dean had spotted them and was making his way over, frustration curving his lips in a fierce scowl. When he reached them, Dean dropped a hand on the officer’s shoulder. “You mind if I take over?” The officer nodded and quietly walked away, toward a group of observing civilians across the street. “She wasn’t home?” Blake asked immediately, his voice tight and strained. He wasn’t sure he could believe it until his brother confirmed it. Dean nodded shortly. “The apartment was empty. It’s a disaster inside, though. There isn’t anything the fire didn’t get.” Blake swallowed heavily and let his gaze return to the building. “Better the apartment, and the car, than her.” “I don’t disagree,” Dean said somberly. “Have you gotten a hold of her?” “No. I left her a message, and I called twice, but nothing.” Dean’s scowl deepened. “Is she working?” “She wasn’t scheduled to,” Blake said. “I think I’m going to head over there and double check, though.
