both into the burning building and watch them turn to cinder.â
Drew raised one eyebrow and bit down on the response that such actions would require strenuous effort on OâLearyâs part, of which he didnât think the older man capable. âYou canât just arrest them. Whereâs your evidence?â
OâLeary made a scoffing noise with his teeth. âThe evidence is burning to smithereens behind us, but it doesnât take a Rhodes Scholar to put two and two together and come up with those two. Stop wasting my time and go bring them in.â
âLet me go in and take a look,â Drew demanded, striding towards the fire truck. Heâd get the additional protective gear he should have demanded when he first arrived and go inside to take a proper look. Something told him the boys werenât responsible for this â he hadnât seen them in the crowds, in fact, the thought hadnât even crossed his mind until now and he could generally rely on his instinct.
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing?â OâLeary roared over the top of the background noise. âDonât you take one step into that building! Quite aside from the fact itâs not safe, weâve got trained investigators to do that. The big guns of the arson squad will have my guts for garters if I let you go blazing in there and destroy vital evidence.â
Drew froze in his tracks, tension burning up his ribcage. By the time the arson squad made their way up from Perth tomorrow, any clues would likely be gone. They could look at the burn patterns and maybe work out a point of origin but the chances of saving anything for prints would be dog shit.
But OâLeary had no idea Drew knew about all this stuff. As far at the sergeant understood Drew was nothing but a constable from the UK, whoâd migrated for a new life in Australia, and happened to act a little too big for his boots. The older officer had hated him from the moment Drew had made his first arrest and Mrs OâNeil had baked him a big batch of cookies and brought them into the station to say thanks for catching the hoon whoâd been speeding down her street. Heâd seen OâLearyâs scowl that day and guessed the older man might be suspicious about why the police commissioner had thrust Drew onto him, but it didnât stop him doing his best to protect the community.
He couldnât just stand by and let the lazy old sergeant pin the crime on the boys because it was the easy option. Those young boys had their whole lives ahead of them and getting done for something like this could ruin them. Short of gathering evidence from among the rubble, the next best thing he could do was to find Jaxon and Ben and question them himself. He felt certain they were innocent of this crime, but one look into their eyes would tell him for sure. And if they had done it, they deserved whatever the courts and the town would throw at them.
His shoulders slumping, Drew turned around and met OâLearyâs aggressive gaze. âYes, Sergeant. If you donât need me here Iâll go bring in the boys.â
âThe suspects , Noble. The suspects,â OâLeary growled.
Chapter Three
âMum, do you think you should go home and get some rest?â Ruby touched her mumâs elbow, noticing she was shaking.
âNo.â Lyn shook her head, and wrapped her arms around herself, hugging her torso. Her face looked ragged, tears and dust mingling on her cheeks, and her hair was messier than sheâd normally be seen in public with. âI need to stay for your father.â
And there was no chance of dragging him away. Nodding, Ruby pulled her mum close to her again and together they watched as the firefighters continued to battle the flames. Despite feeling like death warmed up â very warmed up â she couldnât bear to leave yet either. It didnât seem right to abandon all these people
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