Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 195

“Intentionally? Are you kidding me?” My voice is shaky as I process this.

“Just get here, Abby.”

“I’m on my way,” I say, hanging up. The room spins around me as I turn to face my team. “Guys, I have to go. There’s been a fire at my building. They think it was set on purpose.”

Karl stands up, visibly concerned. “Do you want us to come with you?”

“No, you guys stay. Handle the interview with Vanessa if she shows up. Explain the situation, please. I just... I need to see what's happened.” I’m already grabbing my coat and bag.

“We’ve got this, Abby. Go,” Anton says, nodding firmly.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, almost out the door now.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Just go!” Chloe shouts after me.

As soon as I arrive at my building, I see the mess. Fire trucks, police cars, neighbors standing outside wrapped in blankets, the stench of burnt wood and plastic in the air. David spots me as I push through the crowd.

“Abby, over here.”

“What happened?” I ask, my eyes darting around, trying to assess the damage.

“It started on the first floor, in the storage room. The firefighters contained it before it could spread too much, but there’s still a lot of damage,” Mr. Davis explains, wringing his hands.

“A storage room? That’s...odd,” I say, confused and anxious.

A police officer approaches us, her face stern. “You’re the tenant from apartment 8?”

“Yes, I am. Abby. What’s going on?”

“We’re investigating. It seems like the fire was started intentionally. Do you have any enemies, anyone who might want to harm you?”

I almost laugh at the absurdity. “Enemies? No, I run a restaurant, not a mafia.”

“We believe the perpetrator forced this window open and threw a match in here,” she says, pointing to a spot on the floor where the scorch marks are extra dark and the smell of gasoline is strong.

My eyes widen and tears begin to brim up, obscuring my vision. “I… I…”

“I know it’s a lot to take in,” the officer says gently. “But trust me, miss, we’ll find whoever did this. Arson is a felony. They will go to prison.”

“T-Thank you,” I murmur, wiping the tears from my eyes.

David squeezes my shoulder gently and meets my gaze. “The good news is, Abby, this is all fixable. And don’t worry, your renter’s insurance will cover all of it. You are not a suspect in this matter.”

I nod and sniffle, quickly glancing away.

“Now then,” the officer says, “will you be willing to come down to the station with us to answer some questions?”

“Of course.” I nod. I’m already hell-bent on finding out whoever did this… and why. “Let’s go.”