My Apartment Burned Down. My Parents Said, “Not Our Problem.” Then the Fire Investigator Called.

on the service entrance camera—Patricia walking to her car at 5:15 p.m. No bag. She hadn’t taken it out that way either.

“She left it in my apartment,” I said quietly.

Marcus made a note. “That bag is key. Fire investigators found something suspicious near the outlet—still being analyzed at the lab. But if we can prove what she brought in… the three-hour continue reading …