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

with work.” Diana’s smile was sharp. “Does that description ring any bells?”

Brown hair. My mother had been dyeing her gray for years.

“Can he identify her in a lineup?”

“He’s willing to try.” Diana gathered the papers. “Between the security footage, the signature analysis, and a potential eyewitness, your mother may have outsmarted herself.”

I let out continue reading …