"There's more to this story isn't there," I asked Reed as I rolled up the sleeves of the shirt I'd borrowed from his closet. We were sitting at the table in his kitchen later that day after everything had settled down and J.T. was on his way to jail. It had been four days since I'd left the hotel in Minneapolis. A breeze billowed the curtains out over the window sill and fresh coffee bubbled in the pot on the stove.
"Lindy, you didn't know what you were getting yourself into when you got tangled up with that man," Reed said shaking his head. "I recognized the man you knew as J.T. at the casino too. And, I've been following him for the last few days. That's why I'm late getting here now.
"You knew J.T.?" I asked gaping at him.
"Yes Lindy," he said. "I've been working on this case for some time now!" He got up and poured two cups of coffee for us and settled in again at the table.
"Let me start at the beginning," he went on, "You rememberTanner Burke, my best friend don't you? He put a man named John Thomas in prison for a bank robbery, then he represented Thomas's wife, Reka Holms when she divorced him. Sometime later Tanner's secretary, Sierra Ames was killed in a mysterious car accident. We got together many times to work on the case but all we had was that it involved a red car. It went unsolved, but Tanner would not let it go. You may as well know Lindy, I work for the same insurance company that insured you! And sometime after your claim had been paid out, new evidence was unexpectedly found and I was put on the case to investigate."
"You knew about my fire?" I exclaimed and waited for his reply.
"Yes," he said and shifted his glance away from my stare as I raised my voice and yelled, "Well, why the hell didn't you tell me when we were at the casino!"
"I'm sorry Lindy, but it just wasn't the right time. But now I have to ask: did you set that fire?