This news brought me out of my reverie, ‘Why are they calling me?’ This thought brought only dread as I realized what it meant: they suspected foul play. I grabbed my coat and ran to the beat up motorcycle I kept for when I wanted speed. Rushing to the scene allowed thoughts of the girl but when I arrived at the scene they immediately left.

The fire department had taken care of the fire but the house was obliterated. The whole thing was nothing but a pile of ash and I got a hollow feeling when I realized there was no family pestering for information. My gut proved right when Gabe informed me of no survivors. There was a pile of stuff on the ground that had survived the fire and I unconsiously began to move the pile around with my foot while I waited for the chief to arrive. I noticed that there was something weird about one of the pictures that was in the pile. It was undamaged for one and it was standing up conspicualously in the center.

My gut clenched as I realized what I had gotten into.