Chapter 26

As Jon didn't need to be in Trewe's office until later, he went to secure anything salvageable from his wreck of a caravan that was now cordoned off as a crime scene. What the fire didn't get had been slashed or smashed beyond recognition. Graphite smears and glass shards coated everything. A few of his books he could dry out or repair, and he had more in his car. He knocked on Perstow's rear door again and had a brief natter. "Did Mrs. Perstow hear anything last night?"

"Not a thing, sar. The wife said all was quiet till the ball of fire from the caravan drew her attention; it didn't make a sound that she heard. She saw a flash o' light, and soon after, you raised the alarm at the back door, just as I arrived home."