“Poor Daniel,” Jennalee sighed. “Ten, right?”
Harley blew out a sigh. “Yeah, ten.”
The ambulance passed them as they walked along. “Wonder if Noel will be okay,” Jennalee said as they neared the Hall housing the Oak, Pine, and Spruce rooms.
“Probably,” replied Harley. “He’ll recover and make Daniel’s life hell.”
“Won’t they put Daniel in juvenile hall?” Jennalee asked.
“First they have to decide he set the fire, and I doubt they’ll come up with that right off,” said Harley. “Fires have to be examined, evidence gathered. So far nobody can prove the kid was even in there except his mother, and once it clicks with her, which it might never do, she’ll clam up.”