Page 111 of Burning For You

And of course, there was Keegan right there with Tate waiting to find out what it said when she walked in.

“I can’t get away from this,” she said to Tate and Keegan.

Her new family. Those who knew her well and supported her.

Better than Sean, who she’d just left.

“We’ll catch the person, Skye,” Tate said. “Right, Dan?”

Detective Brown nodded. “Hopefully sooner rather than later.”

The email was opened: I don’t like someone else getting the attention. That doesn’t seem right. Maybe it’s time I change it up and give you something to really write about.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Keegan asked, reading the open email.

“Maybe he’s pissed off that I wrote another article about a fire and it wasn’t about him? How the hell should I know?” She threw her hands in the air.

Kyle had been all but salivating over these stories. The more she submitted, the more people read. This was big news for the area and the paper. Big for his job also.

“Looks like another burner,” the tech said. “But he was connected to WiFi this time and I’ve got a location.”

“What?” she asked. At least this was more accurate than pinging off towers.

“Where were they?” Keegan asked, his fingers flexing.

That wasn’t what she needed. Her brother ready to fight.

“At a gas station. I’m willing to bet they didn’t even realize that happened,” the tech said. “It looks to be offline again. We couldn’t get that lucky, but maybe they’ve got cameras and we’ve got a time to look.”

“What gas station?” she asked, looking at the map he had on his screen. “Oh, my God. I was at the restaurant right next to it when this was sent.”

“You’re joking, right?” Keegan shouted.

“I don’t remember exactly when I got home, but I don’t think I was home over thirty minutes and that was sent almost an hour ago, when I was there.”

“Were you with Ash?” Tate asked. “Did you see anyone that you’ve noticed at the fires?”

“No. I was with Sean.”

“Sean who?” Keegan asked.

“My other brother, Sean,” she mumbled.

“What the fuck!” Keegan roared.

Keegan was mean and scary but rarely let people see his anger.

Not like now.

“Since when have you been talking to him again?” Tate asked. “And why didn’t we know it?”

“Whoa,” she said, putting her hand up. “That’s a conversation for another time. I saw him weeks ago, we’ve had a few texts and his girlfriend wanted to meet me. It was the three of us. It was a fast dinner and not very comfortable for anyone, but that’s not the point. Let’s focus on what is the point.” This time she was pointing at the computer. “This person right here. Is he following me now? He sounds pissed off that someone else got a story over him.”

“Yeah,” Tate said. “He does and that is making this all the worse.”

“I’m going home with you,” Keegan said. “Or better yet, you can stay with me.”

“No, no, no,” she said. “I don’t need a keeper.”