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Mary says: This is a very good example of setting the scene and mood. It sets it on an emotional level, and then draws it into the physical, by taking the cold, emptiness of the city and introducing the narrator through it. The narrator’s realization and the promise of new birth carries on and makes this a very good introduction to something much bigger.
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Mary says: Again, this story sets the scene very well and takes the heroine from a chaotic word that needs to be organized and plunges her into a situation that is even less organized. Before the caller can even finish the message j- she’s off on a ride that sounds anything but what we think it is. There is a set up going on here, and I have no idea where it’s headed.
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Mary says: This story draws the reader in and in very short order sets the characters in place. This is the beginning of what sounds like it will be a cat and mouse game with the Narrator trying to stay one step ahead of the police, and the arson investigator. It also sets up the conflict with more than just criminal vs criminalist – there’s another pro/antagonism blooming here, which promises even more smoke and fire.
Ignoring the cop glaring at me, his hand cocked on his sidearm, I leaned against the fire engine waiting for her to finish her preliminary investigation. She was nothing if not thorough. Almost an hour later, she approached two of the firefighters.
“Captain Stewart.” She nodded at the old guy. Whipcord lean, I figured he didn’t take shit from anyone.
With in-born stealth, I shifted a little closer to hear their conversation.
“…multiple ignition points, and in places that guaranteed complete collapse.” Leigh shoved frustrated hands into the hip pockets of her coveralls.
“Place has been empty for years,” a guy wearing lieutenant’s rank and a name tag that read Boone said. “There’s been a couple of attempts at renovation.”
Leigh shook her head but Stewart cut her off. “You don’t believe this could have been an accident?”
“No, sir. It wasn’t. I’ll need to collect samples and send them to the state lab, but in my opinion, this is arson.”
Damn. One of two things had happened. Either I was slipping or Leigh Daniels was an arson investigator extraordinaire. She was also damn sexy as my dick reminded me. As if she knew I was thinking about her, she sought me out with a narrowed glare.
“Why are you still here?” she yelled.
Yeah, sexy as hell. And mean. My kind of woman.
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