"Son of a bitch," I say as I walk up to him.
"Yeah," Declan says, staring at the burning building.
"Good news is we've got insurance, so…" He shrugs.
I shake my head. "I'm not worried about the building. It's the products inside that we'll have to front."
Declan exhales through his nose. "Yeah…"
"Do we have any surveillance left?"
"Yeah," Declan says, and pulls out his phone. He swipes through it, then turns the screen toward me.
The video shows a few men in masks scale a ladder up to the camera. One of them holds up two black feathers, the Morrígan calling cards. They light them on fire, and the feed cuts out.
"That's the end of it," Declan says, and shoves his phone back into his pocket.
I stare at the charred remains of the warehouse, grinding my teeth together.
A firefighter approaches us, helmet tilted back, face streaked with soot. His eyes go between Declan and me.
"We've got an issue," he says.
"Yeah," I say, letting frustration bleed through. "My fucking warehouse is gone."
He glances back at the smoldering wreckage. "Yeah, well, we've also got a body."
Declan's head snaps toward the man. "Shit," he says, then looks at me, then at Shane. "Who was working?"
Shane shakes his head. "All our men are accounted for."
The firefighter shakes his head. "No. This is a woman."
"A woman?" I repeat.
"Yeah."
I look at Declan, then back at the firefighter.
"Nothing to do with us," I say.
"Well, it was in your building, so it's going to create some issues."
I step closer. "Then make them go away."
The firefighter swallows. His eyes shift down, and he nods. "I know who you are. I don't want any trouble. Homicide detectives are here. I can't really tell them to leave."
"I'll deal with them," Declan says.
"No," I say. "I'll handle this. You try and find out who's on that video."
I turn back to the firefighter. "Take me to the detectives."
He leads me through the chaos, firefighters barking orders, hoses snaking across the pavement, the crack and groan of the building collapsing in on itself.
Two detectives stand near a black sedan, one of them scribbling in a notepad. The other looks up as we approach.
I recognize him immediately, and he recognizes me too.
