It was Friday morning when Sebastian got the call. One of the shipping vessels was on fire. An accident, they said, but the explosion made him suspect foul play, so he had to investigate what had happened.
‘They built those crates to withstand fire,’ he thought to himself.
‘What was in them that set that explosion anyway?’ he questioned while watching the security tapes they got from the ship and on the dock.
All week long, he had been looking forward to this day coming. He was flying over to see Clara later tonight, but now that will never happen. They would have to postpone their date for next week or the week after, maybe even until this disaster blows over. The investigation will take all day and night, and he had to be in San Diego to be available if the police needed him. He had a lot of things to sort out.
