Tested by Fire. Kathryn Springer

should be able to do that.” John read the officer’s name on the silver tag under his badge and remembered it. It had sounded like he’d been teasing Finn with his question about the post office, but it was hard to tell.

      So, some of the guys obviously didn’t accept Finn as an equal. That was clear enough. But was she so thin-skinned that it would take such an obvious toll on her? One that had caused Seamus to get him involved?

      Chapter Five

      The telephone rang, waking Finn up from a sound sleep. She fumbled for it in the dark, her gaze already focusing on her grandparents’ house. The last time she had gotten a phone call in the middle of the night, Seamus had had another heart attack.

      “Hello?”

      “Finn, it’s Donna at the P.D. There’s another fire and they need some extra people on.”

      Finn closed her eyes in relief at the sound of the dispatcher’s voice.

      “Sure.” She glanced at the clock beside the bed and almost groaned. Two in the morning. “I’ll drive myself in.”

      “Go right to Fifth and Walnut,” Donna directed briskly.

      Finn pulled out a clean uniform shirt and pants and dressed quickly. Fifth and Walnut. She sent up a prayer of thanks that it wasn’t a residential area. She walked quickly toward the garage, rounded the corner and bumped into something solid.

      “Finn?”

      “John.” She stepped back. “What are you doing out here?”

      He didn’t answer. “Where are you going?”

      “They called me back in to work because there’s a fire.”

      “How much sleep have you had?”

      “Three hours,” Finn said, already moving toward her vehicle.

      “I’ll tag along.”

      “That’s not necessary.” She paused when she glanced up and saw his expression. “All right. Suit yourself.”

      The address the dispatcher had given Finn was just past the downtown business district, and as they got closer, the crimson glow from the burning building was visible from two blocks away. Black smoke billowed into the sky, shielding the stars from view.

      Finn searched for a familiar face and finally saw Wes Garrett moving along the perimeter. He didn’t look very happy to see her.

      “Kelly, we’ve got a bunch of people who’d rather watch this building burn than sleep. Can you believe it? Tape the driveway and then stand here to make sure no one gets past. There’s a reporter from the newspaper already trying to squeeze in.”

      “What happened?” Finn had to lift her voice above the noise of the fire hoses pumping water. Already her eyes were watering and she could taste the smoke.

      “We’re not sure, but the fire inspector has been called and he’ll be here shortly. There’s a bunch of stuff stored in this warehouse—maybe something flammable. Who knows?” Suddenly, Wes noticed John Gabriel standing several feet behind Finn. “Hi, John. Felt like losing a little sleep, too, huh? Kelly, make yourself at home—you’ll be here a while.” He disappeared into the hazy darkness.

      For a moment, Finn just stared at the blaze. There was a panicked cry from the bystanders when one of the walls caved in, but the firefighters were clear. Most of the people watching were still in their pajamas. Finn scanned the faces of the onlookers until her gaze rested briefly on one of them. It was a young male, tall and thin, his shoulders slightly slumped. Even from the distance that separated them, Finn thought she recognized Ricky Calhoun. She took a few steps toward him, but the wind shifted and smoke poured between them. When she got close enough to recognize individual faces, the person she had thought was Ricky had disappeared.

      “Is something wrong?” John was at her shoulder, so close that his breath stirred her hair.

      “No, I just thought I saw someone I know.” She peered into the darkness, hoping for another glimpse of him. “I guess not. I better get this tape up.” She remembered the careless way Ricky had flipped the cigarette into the street when their paths had crossed. She knew the Calhouns lived several miles outside of Miranda Station in one of the most expensive subdivisions. Their home was brand-new and the showcase of a successful businessman. Given the warehouse’s location, it was interesting that Ricky would be one of the bystanders at the fire.

      Two hours later, the blaze was out and daylight was soaking into the horizon. Finn was exhausted. The building was a total loss.

      “Gone,” she murmured. “The devastation is incredible, isn’t it?”

      “Yes, it is,” John agreed tightly.

      She heard the change in his tone and looked at him, then guessed what he was thinking.

      “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize…”

      “How can you not realize?” he asked, his eyes narrowed. “Don’t you see the scar? Everyone else does.”

      Finn swallowed hard. His eyes glittered like emeralds and his voice was low, but his words cut into her like the flick of a whip. “I see the scars here.” She reached up and touched the front of his shirt. “These are the only ones I see.”

      He caught her hand and she felt the warmth of his skin. For a moment they stared at each other. Finn’s heart began to pound in an uneven rhythm.

      “I’m going to go back now,” he said, breaking the silence. “Don’t worry about Colin, I’ll let him out.”

      “Go ahead and take my Jeep,” Finn said. “I’ve got to go back to the station anyway and write out a report, so I’ll catch a ride home with one of the guys.”

      He hesitated for just a moment, then turned and strode away.

      John had found Seamus and Anne already awake and sitting at a table on their patio when he arrived. Both had been anxious to hear about Finn. He had accepted a cup of coffee and a slice of Danish, and had told them about the warehouse.

      “Arson,” Seamus said. “We’ve had a string of fires lately but no one can figure out who it is.”

      “They’ll get him,” John said. “This is a small city. He’ll make a mistake.”

      “Hopefully not on someone’s house.” Seamus closed his eyes, obviously reliving the past—the sound of the explosion and the strangling smoke.

      John knew what he was thinking. He didn’t break into a cold sweat anymore when he heard the sound of sirens but it was something he had buried deep within himself.

      “I’m going to shower and take Colin out,” he said, rising from the wicker chair.

      “Finn will be exhausted,” Anne fretted. “It’s a good thing she’s got the next three days off so she can rest up.”

      Three days off. It would be the perfect time to do some more digging. If she was still talking to him.

      This was becoming impossible. He still felt the touch of her hand on his chest. These are the only ones I see. Without thinking, he touched the side of his face and remembered Kristen’s expression the first time she’d seen him after the bandages had been removed. He’d seen the flare of sorrow in her eyes before she’d looked away. Funny, but he’d immediately sensed that the sorrow was for herself more than for him. Because if she married him, she’d be sentenced to a lifetime of staring at his burned skin.

      And what did Finn know about scars? A twenty-three-year-old who had grown up in the shelter of a large, loving family?

      Finn went back to the department after her relief showed up. Gil was at the desk. She skirted past him while he was studying the computer screen and went into the back office.

      The Juvenile files were closed