Page 148 of On The Rocks

“They won’t know until the arson unit takes a look.”

“Arson!”

Beckett rubbed my shoulder. “It’s just a precaution for the insurance. Most of the damage was in the kitchen near the cooktop. The fireman said it looked like a grease fire gone out of control.”

“Dawn and Kain keep that griddle clean enough to sleep on. There’s no way.”

Griffin smoothed his hand down my back. “Okay, okay.Shhh.”

I elbowed him. “You know that kitchen is maintained.”

“I know it is,” Beckett said quietly. “It’s just a guess. We won’t know until the arson team comes tomorrow. For now, we’re just waiting for them to do the final walk-through to make sure there aren’t any other hot spots.”

“It might be something else,” Griffin said quietly.

I turned to him. “What?”

He shoved his fingers through his hair. “Someone slammed the storage door closed on me.”

Beckett frowned. “Are you sure? The front door makes quite the wind tunnel sometimes.”

Griffin gave a slight shrug. “Maybe. We definitely need to have a safety precaution for the doors. It locked me in and if Annette hadn’t found me...”

My hand shook as I took his hand. “Thank God she did.” I glanced over at Annette who was still huddled close to Kira.

I had to believe we would have found him, but thewhat ifsmade my head spin.

Griffin cleared his throat. “It’s not the first-time stuff has happened around us.”

Beckett frowned. “What do you mean?Here?”

“No. It’s probably nothing.” He glanced at me and my stomach flipped.

Maybe I was being paranoid. Seeing that woman who looked like she’d been the same one from Florida nagged at me.

“Maybe it’s not.” Beckett folded his arms over his chest. “Go on.”

I curled my other hand around Griffin’s and squeezed. “I think I know what he’s talking about. Remember when both of my tires were flat? I can see one, thanks to all the building going on around here, but both is pretty hard to imagine. And my Jeep tires are durable.”

Beckett flushed a little. “I thought that was just an excuse for you two...”

“Banging?” I asked.

Griffin snorted and tried to hide it by clearing his throat. “It was very real, unfortunately. And both of my front lights were smashed too.”

Beckett rocked back on his heels. “That’s a far cry from a fire.”

“No, but Lennon got locked into one of the storerooms too. It was a while ago, but it seems like quite a few things are lining up to someone being a nuisance, at the very least.”

Beckett sighed.

Helena came over and tugged one of his arms free to curl around her. “What’s going on?”

“It’s okay.”

Helena frowned up at him. “It’s something. You have your pissed face on.”

He rubbed her arm. “I don’t want you to worry.”

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