“I want you to tell me where Devin is now. I have some questions to ask him.”
Jeff slammed his hand against the table. “You better not be accusing him of things that he didn’t do.”
“But you don’t know for sure, do you? Let’s say Sebastian was the one responsible for the deaths of Devin’s family, how do you know whether it’s him this time? Why not Devin? He could be having a breakdown or something.”
“But you said the arsonist is sixteen,” Jeff protested. “Devin is twenty-six now. He couldn’t be the arsonist, he couldn’t!”
“Do you have his picture? A recent one?”
Jeff went to a filing cabinet behind him and searched for a moment, and returned to his desk with a thick, moss green folder. He kept some of Devin’s pictures in it. He picked up two recent snapshots he’d taken when he and Devin had had dinner together. Devin looked relaxed, smiling and gazing at him. Jeff handed them to Miles and Blake.