So This Is Love (26 page)

Her face turned pale. "I could have become the target after I started working the cases. It's an arsonist against an arson investigator."

She had a point, but his gut told him she was making it too simple.

"I have to get my gear," she said, striding back to the car. "I want to capture what evidence I can before it goes up in flames."

He followed her down the block, feeling a need to stay close to her. She wouldn't appreciate it, but he didn't care.

Emma didn't say anything to him as she grabbed her gear out of the trunk of her car. While she was putting on the thick coveralls, he took another look around the block. There were a lot of shadowy doorways where someone could hide, and a large crowd was gathering at the end of each block.

"You need to be careful, Emma," he said, unable to hold back the warning, even though he knew it wasn't in Emma's DNA to be cautious.

"I know what I'm doing, Max. I have to figure out who this guy is before he does any more damage."

"And before he hurts you."

She met his gaze. "I don't think this is about hurting me. He loves to watch things burn. His message wasn't a threat. It was a promise to keep going. He was taunting me. He doesn't think I'm good enough to catch him."

Her words struck a nerve. "He doesn't think you're good enough," he echoed. "You might have just come up with a motive."

"Someone who doesn't like me in the job," she said, finishing his thought. "That could be a lot of people."

"Not as big of a pool as we had before."

"Maybe it is another firefighter," she said.

"Or maybe it's your ex-boyfriend. Didn’t Jon blame your job for your break-up?"

She frowned. "This doesn't feel like Jon's kind of thing. He doesn't get his hands dirty."

"Maybe he had someone else do his dirty work."

As he finished speaking, Aiden came down the street, his features sharp and worried. "Are you all right, Emma? Burke said the fire was set in your apartment."

"I'm fine. I'll have to find somewhere else to live, but that's not my main concern at the moment." She turned to Max. "I need to get inside and see that message for myself. I'll talk to you both later."

As Emma left, Aiden said, "What message?"

"The arsonist spray-painted a message on Emma's door.
You're never going to catch me, bitch. I'm better than you."

"He was talking about Emma?"

"Yeah, I'd say so. What do you know about her ex-boyfriend?"

Aiden's gaze narrowed. "Jon? He talks a lot, usually about himself. I always thought Emma could do better, but she wasn't interested in my opinion."

"I want to talk to Jon, but I don't have a car here. I came with Emma. Any chance you could give me a ride back to my office?"

"Why don't I give you a ride to Jon's office?" Aiden suggested. "I'd like to have a little talk with him myself. In fact, I've been meaning to do that all week. I heard he's been texting her non-stop."

"He was up until a few days ago."

"Maybe he decided to leave his text in spray-paint, where she couldn't ignore it," Aiden said.

"You read my mind."

"I'm parked around the corner," Aiden said as they started walking. "You do know that Emma will not like us talking to Jon without her."

"I know," he said. "But this is my case, too. She's not calling all the shots."

* * *

Jon Wickmore had an office on the thirty-second floor of a skyscraper in downtown San Francisco. The front door of the office suite read Wickmore Investments.

"The father," Aiden said, answering Max's unspoken question. "He started the company twenty-five years ago. Jon came in a couple of years back. They're venture capitalists, and they work with big money."

"Can I help you?" the receptionist asked.

"We'd like to see Jon Wickmore," Max said, showing his badge. "Where's his office?"

She stiffened. "May I tell him you're coming?"

"I'd rather surprise him."

"His office is down the hall, second door on the right."

Max strode briskly down the hallway. Adrenaline and anger were running rampant and he knew he should probably take a breath before he opened Jon's door and put a fist through his face. He'd learned a long time ago not to let his emotions into an investigation, but this one was different, this one was about Emma. He would protect her with everything that he had.

The thought almost stopped him in his tracks. He suddenly realized he'd just echoed Spencer's words. If he didn't want to have the same result, he needed to get a grip.

Taking a deep breath, he rapped sharply on the door, then opened it.

Jon looked up in surprise. That surprise turned to wariness when he recognized both Max and Aiden. He stood up. "What are you doing here? Is something wrong? Has something happened to Emma?"

"Why don't you tell us?" Max said, walking up to the desk.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't seen Emma since we last spoke outside that deli she likes so much. You were there."

"I was there, and I remember how desperate you were to get her back. Have you been here in your office all day?"

"Yes."

"You didn't go out for lunch?"

"I did. I was gone for about an hour. Look, I don't know what's happened, but I would never hurt Emma." Jon turned to Aiden. "You know I love your sister."

"I know you cheated on her," Aiden replied, a harsh note in his voice. "I should kick your ass for that."

"That was a mistake. I've apologized to her."

"And that's supposed to make it all right?"

"What do you want from me?" Jon asked Max, obviously coming to the conclusion that he was going to get no help from Aiden.

"Where did you go for lunch?"

"A café down the street."

"Can anyone vouch for you?"

"I met a client, Randy Hooper. We talked business for an hour, and then I came back here."

"And you didn't stop by Emma's apartment on the way here?" Max challenged.

"Her apartment?" Jon echoed. "She lives with her parents. Tell him, Aiden."

"She was moving out," Aiden said. "She was trying to get life back together after you blew it apart."

"I didn't know about an apartment. Is she all right?"

Jon was either a very good actor, or he had no idea what Max was talking about.

"Why have you been sending her harassing texts?" Aiden asked.

"They weren't harassing emails. I just wanted her to give me another chance. Look, there are two sides to every story, and you've only heard one."

"Then tell us yours," Max ordered. "And it better be good, or you're coming down to the station with me to answer questions in a more formal setting."

Alarm flared in Jon's eyes. "I haven’t done anything wrong."

"Except desperately trying to get your ex-girlfriend back," Max said. "How far were you willing to go to get her attention?"

"It's not exactly as it seems," Jon said. He paused for a moment and then said. "I'm in the initial stages of putting together a political campaign. Next year I'm going to be running for a supervisor position. In making my plans, I've had many meetings with political strategists, and they all pointed out that Emma was a valuable asset. She's well-connected, and the unions love the Callaways."

"So you wanted to get her back so she could be your political trophy? Do you know Emma at all?" Aiden asked in bewilderment. "The last thing my sister would be is anyone's trophy."

"I do care about Emma," Jon said. "She knows that. And she's always understood my ambitions."

"But you never understood hers, did you?" Max challenged.

Jon didn't answer the question. Instead, he said, "Is she all right?"

"Yeah, she's fine," Max said. "Better off without you. If you bother her again, you're going to be sorry."

"You're threatening me? I could have your badge. Do you know how many connections I have in this city?"

"Just stating a fact," he said evenly.

"He might not be threatening you, but I am," Aiden put in. "You call her one more time, and I will kick your ass."

"Are we done?" Jon asked, ice in his voice.

"Yeah, we're done," Max said.

"Can you believe that piece of shit?" Aiden fumed as they walked to the elevator. "What did Emma ever see in that guy?"

"I have no idea," he said. "She is way out of his league."

"If she knew he was trying to use her for political gain, she'd go nuts." Aiden paused. "Are you going to tell her?"

"I don't know."

"She deserves to know."

"It will hurt her."

"Maybe it will free her to move on," Aiden said. "So do you think he set the fire?"

Max really wanted to say yes, but he couldn't. "No, I don't. Which means we're back to square one."

"What can I do to help?"

"I wish I knew," he replied. But with this new fire, they would have to start over, refocus the investigation. He just hoped that the arsonist had gotten careless in his eagerness to taunt Emma. They could really use a new clue.

* * *

When Max returned to the scene of the fire, the blaze was out, and Burke allowed him to go inside. The sickening stench of smoke hit him the second he walked into the building and got thicker as he walked up to the third floor. He paused in front of her front door. It had been ripped off its hinges and was propped up on the wall. The painted message looked even more ominous with the red paint dripping down the door, giving the illusion of blood. Max had a feeling the color choice had been deliberate.

As he read the words, he felt angry again and more than a little worried. Emma might not think she was in danger, but he wasn't so sure.

He stepped into the apartment and saw destruction everywhere he looked. The windows were broken, and there was shattered glass on the hardwood floors that had buckled under the heat and the water. The walls were blackened and streaked with ashes. There were several large holes in the roof, and through one of them he could see the first few stars of the night, but even those bright orbs didn't lessen the heavy depressive quality of the scene.

"I'm going to be here awhile," Emma said, coming over to him.

He could see a forensic tech in the bedroom collecting ashes. "I know. I'll wait for you."

"You don't have to do that."

He looked into her eyes and saw determination but also sadness. She was keeping it together, but there were painful emotions brewing inside. "Are you okay?" He knew she hated the question, but he couldn't help asking it.

"It's different when it's your place," she admitted. "I never realized until now how personal an arson fire can feel. I didn't own this place, but I felt like it was mine. It would have been worse if I'd already moved in. I guess I should be grateful he didn't wait that long to try to get my attention." She gave him a shaky smile.

He smiled back at her. "You do try to find the bright side of things."

"It's not easy tonight."

"You'll get through it."

"I will," she agreed. "I'll do my job, and you'll do yours, and we'll catch the bastard."

"I'll wait for you outside."

"You really should just go home, Max."

"I'm not leaving until you do. And you're coming home with me," he said decisively.

His words brought her back up; he could see it in her eyes. She was going to fight, but he was not going to give in. "That was a statement, not a question, by the way."

She immediately started shaking her head. "Max—"

"Listen to me, Emma. Someone has been following you. Someone knew you rented this apartment. They sent you a message. It won't be the last. Do you want the next message to be at your parent's house?"

His words turned her skin pale. "No, of course not."

"You can't go back there tonight, and you can't stay with friends, because you're a target. And I know you don't want to put anyone in danger. So you'll come home with me. I can protect you."

"I can protect myself."

"And everyone around you?" he challenged.

"You're making this hard," she complained, but he could see the beginning of resignation in her eyes.

"You don't have a choice, Emma. My place is the best option. We'll pick up Chinese food on the way home, and I'll even give you control of the remote for at least an hour."

Her shoulders sagged, releasing a little of the tension she'd been holding. "If you're going to throw in the remote, then you have a deal. I'll be down as soon as I can."

As he left the apartment, the word
home
flew around in his head. For the first time since he'd moved back to San Francisco, he'd actually thought of his barely furnished apartment as home. And that was because of Emma. Maybe it wasn't the apartment that felt like home. Maybe it was Emma.

Chapter Twenty

Emma sat cross-legged on Max's couch, dipping her chopsticks into a carton of chicken and noodles. She'd stopped by her parents' house on the way back from the fire to pick up a change of clothes. Fortunately, neither one of her parents had been home to grill her with questions, so she'd left a note on the refrigerator saying she was staying with friends for a few days and not to worry. They'd hear about the fire at her place from Burke or Aiden, but by then she hoped they'd have a suspect in custody.

She glanced across the room at Max, who had already finished eating, and was staring at the laptop computer he'd set up on the coffee table.

"What are you looking at?" she asked.

"My email. I was hoping the Sheriff in Lake Tahoe might have found someone who saw Margaret in the area. But there's nothing yet."

"A lot of those cabins are remote, and if it was night when she was taken into the house, it's possible no one saw her."

"It is a long shot. I checked to see if the Morettis own property in Tahoe; they don't. Neither do the Bradys."

"But any one of their friends could have houses up there. Are you still focused on the Morettis? How do they fit into the fire at my apartment?"

"I don't think Jarod set the fire. We saw him minutes before. Tony could have been involved. He asked us a lot of questions about the investigation the other day. I haven't ruled out Christian Brady. You mentioned that he doesn't like female firefighters, and he was not particularly cooperative when you went to speak to his father. He knows how to set a fire."