Page 155 of Fire Fight
“It appears as though Kelly Saunders is the Prom Night Arsonist,” Lane said without preamble.
The twins silently cursed, and I asked, “Wyatt’s mother?”
Lane nodded. “It makes sense now why we both thought she wasn’t telling us everything in that interview with Ward. Right family, wrong parent.”
“But…how?”
Lane shook his head. “Obviously, we’re not in possession of all the details, but I had an FBI friend in Boise look over the cases. Her team came up with a profile that fits Kelly perfectly. It seems Kelly’s senior prom was the trigger, and she’s been reenacting that night for four decades.”
My mind spun with the possibilities. What could have happened that night to drive a woman—a seemingly normal woman with a beautiful family and home, and a community who greatly respected her—to kill twelve people?
I hadn’t realized I’d asked the question out loud until West said, “The human mind is a funny thing.”
“I doubt we’ll get the answers we’re after until we bring her in for questioning.”
“And Crew?” I asked, voice catching on his name.
“We think she has him.”
“And I repeat…how? He’s a tall, athletic man in the prime of his life. There’s no way she could’ve knocked him out and muscled him into a vehicle the way she did me.”
“You were tased,” Lane reminded me. “That’s likely what happened here.”
“I—fuck,” I breathed, pulling on my hair.
A warm hand settled on my shoulder, and I turned my head to look at West.
“We’ll find him, little one. He’s our baby brother. I promise you we’ll stop at nothing to bring him home safe and sound.”
The smile I gave him was quick and didn’t reach my eyes, but I was trying. It wouldn’t do Crew any good if I fell apart. For his sake, I needed to keep a clear head and my eyes on the prize.
“Where do we start?” I asked the three of them.
“Trey is running some things down for us, but so far nothing actionable has come up.”
I rose from my seat and shuffled back toward Trey’s command center. When we entered, Trey and Wyatt had their heads bent together, speaking in hushed tones that cut off abruptly at our appearance.
Lane wasn’t about to let that slide.
“In case you’ve forgotten, big brother,” he said to Trey, “I’m the only one of us in this room with a badge and authority to take legal action to get Crew back. If either of you know something, I suggest you tell me now.”
“He was just consoling me,” Wyatt said quickly. “This is…a lot.”
Lane’s shoulders relaxed a fraction.
“For what it’s worth, Wy, I really am sorry.”
Her cheeks twitched at the edges of her smile. “Me too.”
Lane pulled up an extra chair and sat. “Is there anything you can tell us about her and her movements? Does she own any vehicles besides the Jeep? Any vacation properties where she could be holding Crew?”
Wyatt shook her head. “Not that I’m aware of.”
“I’ve run her name through all the databases,” Trey supplied. “There’s nothing registered or titled to her.”
“What about Wyatt or Ward?”
“Again, nothing.”
