"It was no ordinary fire, my lord," Reggie reiterated gravely. He paced the hallway outside Blake's hospital room, keeping his voice low. Only 12 hours had passed since nearly losing Blake to the raging blaze consuming Shelley Tech building.
"The doors lock mechanisms showed no signs of tampering and I detected traces of a strong wax within the executive wing, a spider string, my lord," Reggie's ominous words fed the cold dread pooling in Rose's stomach. "This points towards deliberate arson,"
Rose gripped her cell phone tighter, mind racing through the implications. "And no digital security alarms triggered beforehand? No warning signs of an intruder or system breach?"
