"Yes," he agreed. "Brad Connors is an ex-firefighter with an alcohol and substance abuse problem. He got kicked off the job for drinking at work. He had several domestic violence complaints against him that Gerilyn later dropped after they got divorced, but it's possible he went after projects she was involved in for revenge against her."
Kate nodded, liking that theory. "He burns down what she builds up. That makes sense. Although, it's easier to come up with motives for the historic structures; the schools and the community centers are tougher."
"It is. I cannot find a link between Brad and the other fires. And I do not believe any of these fires are random. Each site is selected for a specific reason."
"I agree. Okay, so last on the list is Marty Price."
Devin consulted his notes again. "Marty is twenty-three-year-old wanna-be firefighter who tried out three times to get into the fire academy without success. He was spotted in the crowd at four of the fires. He lives near St. Bernadette's, but he did not go to Catholic school. He went to public elementary school and high school. In his interview, he stated that he goes to fires to watch the firefighters at work and that all of the fires he was seen at are near his apartment, which they were. So he lives in the right area."
"He's also the right age to know Baines," she said. "Even if they didn't go to school together, they could have known each other."
"I have looked at that angle, but I haven't found anything that ties them together."
"What about the gym? It's the kind of place where people meet, but no one would really put them together there."
"Why don't you call your good buddy Pete and see if Marty Price had a membership there?" Devin suggested. "I'm sure he'd tell you."
"That's a good idea," she said, ignoring his not-so-subtle dig about Pete's interest in her. She looked back at her computer. "Marty works at a coffee house. That's another place he could have met Baines. Maybe we should do some more digging into him." She let out a breath as she considered all the suspects. "Out of all these people, I'm most interested in the writer Dillingsworth, the ex-husband firefighter, and Marty Price. What about you?"
"They seem the most likely candidates, but there's a part of me that doesn't think it's any of these people, that I've missed something big along the way."
She was surprised that Devin was so honest in his assessment of his work. She'd thought he was impossibly cocky when they first met, but as she got to know him, she realized that he had very high expectations for himself as well as everyone around him. "If you missed something, it wasn't big," she told him. "It was something small, something hidden, something that appeared insignificant in context but wasn't."
"That doesn't narrow it down much, Kate."
"I know." She paused as her phone buzzed. "It's Emma-finally. I'll put her on speaker."
"So sorry, Kate," Emma said immediately. "I got caught up in a warehouse fire, and I've been swamped since we had lunch yesterday."
It was strange to hear about another fire, Kate thought. They'd been so focused on school and community center fires that she hadn't paid any attention to other fires in the city. "Was the warehouse fire arson?"
"It looks like it was an unhappy employee, and I don't believe it's tied to the fires you're tracking."
"It doesn't sound like it. I'm with Devin, by the way. You're on speaker."
"Hi, Devin."
"Emma."
"So what have you learned?" Emma asked.
"Rick Baines-the man believed to be the arsonist-was a student at St. Bernadette's before he transferred his junior year to Northern Marin High School," Kate said.
"Really?" Emma asked. "I don't recall seeing that in the files."
"It wasn't in there," Devin said. "I didn't look back beyond Northern Marin High School."
"How did you get this information?" Emma asked.
"We talked to the counselor at the school," Kate replied. "We also looked in the yearbook. We've been researching Baines since we found out he was a student there. While he obviously didn't set the fire on Monday, it fits the pattern, which makes it likely that this arsonist might have known Baines or at least been familiar with his work."
"That makes sense," Emma said.
"We went through the St. Bernadette yearbook from that time period and located a couple of people who appeared to be friends with Baines. One of them went to the gym where Baines worked. The other two are women. We have not had a chance to track down yet."
"Give me their names. I'll see if I can get any info on them," Emma said.
"Kristina Strem and Lindsay Blake," she said. "The man from the gym is Alan Jenkins. He apparently moved to southern California over a year ago. We've left messages for him, but he hasn't returned calls."
"Okay, I'll do some digging myself."
"Did you have a chance to study the photos from the fire on Monday?" Devin asked.
"I did look at them again. You were right. There was a St. Christopher's medal found near the Dumpster. I spoke to my boss. He's not declaring anything officially open again, but he said I can talk to you."
"I'm glad we don't have to meet in secret," Kate said.
"I'm going to look at everything again this weekend, and I'd like to bring Max in, if you don't mind."
"Of course not. We'll take all the help we can get."
"Let's stay in touch."
"We will," Kate promised as she ended the call. "The St. Christopher's medal solidifies your theory, Devin."
"For the fire investigators. It was already rock solid in my mind."
"I know."
"What does Max do?" Devin asked.
"He's a homicide detective. He's Emma's husband. I'm sure he'll do whatever he can to help."
"Happy to have more members on the team."
"It's actually starting to feel like a team." As Devin glanced at his watch, she realized how late it was getting. "We should go see Mrs. Parker. It's almost four."
"You really don't have to come, Kate."
She hesitated, knowing she was probably intruding, but there was something about the way he'd said it that told her he wanted her to be her usual pushy self. "I'm coming," she said. "My presence might reassure them, let them know the FBI is involved again."
"Or you might get their hopes up. We both know your help comes with an expiration date."
"Well, for the next few days I'm officially yours."
"Officially mine?" he teased.
"I didn't mean it like that."
"Too late to take it back. You can come with me, but I have to warn you if there's anything that's going to drive the hope out of your soul, it will probably be visiting Sam's mother."
"I'll take the risk. Maybe we'll turn things around. We won't let her bring us down; we'll bring her up."
Eleven
Kate's optimism definitely took a hit when she and Devin walked into the Parkers' home, a small three-bedroom house on Potrero Hill, tucked in the middle of a street of attached homes.
Valerie had met them at the door with a relieved smile, but inside the house, the air was dark, cold, and tense. Every curtain, every blind was drawn to block out the light.
While the house wasn't dirty, there was a thickness to the air as if grief permeated every room, every corner. She wondered if she'd made the best choice coming with Devin. He was already operating on too much emotion, too much pain; she was supposed to be the cool, objective one, but meeting Sam's mother was only going to make Samantha Parker and her death more real.
Val flipped the lights on in the living room. "My mom won't let me open the curtains. She says the light hurts her eyes. She has a lot of headaches these days. Lying in a dark, cold room seems to be the only thing that makes her feel marginally better."
"Is she feeling well enough to see us?" Devin asked.
"I'm sure she'll see you. You're her lifeline to Sam." Val paused, giving Devin a pointed look. "Mine, too."
Devin drew in a quick breath, his jaw tightening. "I'm no one's lifeline. I'm just trying to find answers."
"I wish you wouldn't shut me out. We could help each other. It doesn't have to be this way."
"Val, stop. I just came to see your mom."
"I know you blame me, but it's not my fault." Val turned to Kate. "Did he tell you that we were together, that it's my fault he was late getting to Sam? Did he tell you that he can't look at me without hating me?"
Kate couldn't begin to understand whatever was going on between Devin and Val, but she could see the pain in the woman's eyes.
"Don't bring her into this," Devin said. "And I don't hate you. It wasn't your fault. I've told you that dozens of times."