“I’ll be back with your hot chocolate in just a minute.”
Tony grinned at her. “I don’t suppose you have any of Mrs. Weyland’s delicious cookies, do you?”
River laughed. “As a matter of fact, I think she just made some today. I think I can scare some up. Do you want a sandwich or anything?”
“No, thanks. I’m only craving a sugar rush right now. Hot chocolate and cookies should do the trick.”
River went into the kitchen and began heating cups of milk and putting cookies on a plate. But before she finished, she stopped, leaned against the counter, and thanked God for saving the man she loved and the little dog they both adored.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FOUR
By the time River brought the two mugs of hot chocolate into the living room, she’d finally composed herself. She didn’t want to cry in front of Tony again. She needed to help him get through this, not think about herself. She understood her earlier reaction. She’d faced the possibility of losing him once before, and tonight it was as if a nightmare had awakened from somewhere inside her. She’d suffered from PTSD after their confrontation with the Strangler, but she thought she’d moved past it. Now, here it was again, rearing its ugly head. She felt disappointed in herself. Shouldn’t she be completely healed by now?
“Here we go,” she said, trying to sound light-hearted even though she didn’t feel that way.
Tony held his hand out for his cup. “Thanks.” He took a sip. “Hot,” he said.
“That’s probably why it’s called hot chocolate,” River said, rolling her eyes at him.
“Oh, is that why?” Tony shook his head and smiled at her. When he set the cup down, he looked at River, his expression tight. “The fire chief on the scene tonight wanted my contact information. I got the feeling he thinks I caused the fire.”
“What? That can’t be right, Tony. Surely you misunderstood.”
“Maybe, but I don’t think so.” He took another sip of his cocoa, then he said, “Before the explosion, I thought I heard something. Like glass breaking.”
“You know hot temperatures can shatter glass,” she said slowly. She met his gaze. “But are you saying you think someone threw something through your window? Something that started the fire?”
“What else could it be? I mean, there wasn’t anything flammable in my room. An electrical short wouldn’t explode like that. It would burn, but it would be a more controlled fire. This was . . . different.”
“I guess there’s no way to know for certain until the fire investigator looks things over,” River said. “You don’t want to jump to conclusions.”
“What if it has something to do with the person who killed the security guard? Or maybe it’s the Strangler’s partner.”
“I wouldn’t think so. You know serial killers that don’t deal with fire rarely change course. Fire is a very specialized signature.”
Tony nodded. “Yet most serial killers set fires when they were young.”
“True, but this guy has moved way beyond that,” River said. “I don’t buy it.”
“So, could it have been whoever killed Kevin and threatened Nathan?”
“Maybe, but it could also be someone else,” River said. “Teenagers trying to set a fire for kicks? They might not even know who you are.”
“But most firebugs set something on fire—like trash cans or trees. They don’t throw something flammable through an apartment window. They aren’t trying to kill. I could have easily been in my bedroom. This was done at night.”
“No, you’re right,” River said.
“If there was an arsonist working in the area, the police and the fire department would know about it. Even if he’d escalated, they’d be able to connect the dots. Hey, maybe that’s why the chief said they might want to talk to me. Perhaps they’re trying to link this guy with other cases.” Tony hesitated for a moment. “But River, that wasn’t how it felt. Or looked. His body language was guarded. He wasn’t making eye contact. And he seemed uptight.”
“He’d just been dealing with a fire, Tony,” River said. “Besides, you know they always interview people. It’s standard procedure.” She wanted to reassure him, but the truth was, Tony was good at reading people. If he felt the chief was treating him like a suspect, he probably was.
“Hey, are you all right?” Tony was studying her closely.
She wanted to tell him she was fine, but her emotions were so strong, holding them back was almost impossible. She couldn’t do it. “I . . . I guess what happened scared me. You know, realizing that you might have been hurt—or worse.”
“But I’m fine.”
“I know that,” River said, looking down at the cup in her hands. “I think I flashed back to that night on the riverbank.” She looked up at him, unable to keep the tears from her eyes. “Why do I still suffer from what happened? Aren’t I supposed to be healed by now?”
“Oh, River,” he said. “You’re not supposed to be anything by now.” He reached over and took the cup of hot chocolate from her hands. She’d been holding onto it so tightly her fingers hurt. “We’ve talked about this before. About how wounds can leave scars.”
“Yeah, I know. You told me Jesus has scars too, and that He understands.”
Tony sighed. “Look, eventually you won’t remember what happened as clearly as you used to. It will fade. You’ll learn not to allow it into your head. But for now, you’re in a healing process.” He took her hands and squeezed them softly. “What happened to you—to us—was awful. We both have to deal with it. You think I don’t have flashbacks? Times when I hurt? Of course I do.” He smiled at her. “Give yourself some compassion and don’t try to hide your scars. And I’m here whenever you need to talk to me.”
“Thanks, Tony. Maybe Jesus kept his scars because they reminded Him of His victory. Maybe someday, mine will do the same.”
Tony let go of her hands. “Exactly. Hey, let’s talk about this a little more tomorrow, okay?” He looked exhausted.
“Sure. You change your clothes, and I’ll make up the couch for you.” She frowned at him. “Do you have anything to sleep in? I think Mrs. Weyland has some extra nightgowns.”
“Funny. And no thank you. I had some sweats and T-shirts in the dryer.” He shook his head. “Boy, I’m really, really glad I did that load of laundry. I don’t think I’d look good in one of Mrs. Weyland’s nightgowns.”
River laughed. “That’s an image I don’t want in my head.”
“Me neither. You know, even though I was able to save a few things, I’m still going to need to buy some new clothes.”
