Rose didn’t see Bowie’s van anywhere on the road.
She squatted down in front of her friend. “Are you hurt?”
Dominique shook her head. “I’m okay,” she said, her voice hoarse. “Thank you.”
“Dom, what happened? What are you doing here?”
“I came for a run. I arrived about twenty minutes ago. I saw a man.” She was panting, as if she couldn’t get a decent breath. “I just got a glimpse of him. I thought it was Bowie, because he’s been working out here.”
“His van isn’t here.” Unless it was up at Elijah’s, Rose thought with a jolt of panic. “Did you see him, Dom? Is he in one of the cabins?”
She looked up at Rose in terror. “I don’t know.”
Rose saw Nick charging for a second cabin that had started on fire. He crashed his splitter into the door.
“The man had on a black ski mask and parka.” Dominique’s lower lip trembled, but she was regaining her natural composure. “I didn’t notice until I got closer that he was too thin to be Bowie. He grabbed me. He threw me into the cabin. I fell. I hit the wall.”
“Were you knocked unconscious?” Rose asked.
Dominique shook her head. “I just had the wind knocked out of me. I was so stunned. Oh, Rose. I couldn’t get out. He locked me in. I smelled smoke.” She shivered, her teeth chattering. “I thought I was going to die.”
Nick burst into the cabin and immediately backed out again, dragging a man into the snow. Even from where she stood with Dominique, Rose could see the man was badly burned and not readily identifiable.
He was clearly dead. There was nothing anyone could do.
Her heart almost stopped. It couldn’t be Bowie, she told herself. She saw bits of a black ski mask, a black parka, just as Dom had described. And the victim was lean. Too lean to be an O’Rourke.
Rose remembered that Robert Feehan had been wearing a black parka when he’d grabbed her out by the sugar shack.
Was Bowie in the cabin that was fully engulfed, orange flames shooting through the roof now?
“Dom,” Rose said, “did you see Bowie at all?”
“No. I left Myrtle in charge at the cafe and came out here for a run. Just a short one along the lake. Bowie said he’d be here. I thought I’d be safe. I saw someone up by the cabins. I called….” Dominique started shivering uncontrollably again. “I had no idea.”
“Was he alone?”
“I didn’t see anyone else. He didn’t say anything. He just threw me into the cabin and locked me in. He seemed to be in a hurry.” Her voice faltered. “I was terrified. Then I smelled smoke.”
“You need to stay warm.” Rose rummaged in her pack for a bottle of water. “Here, try to drink some.”
Dominique took the bottle. “I’m okay. I just can’t stop shaking.”
Rose pulled an extra pair of gloves from her pack and handed them to Dominique as she strained to see if Bowie’s van was up at Elijah’s house. He could be working at a different site, or he could have already come and gone and Dominique had missed him.
Nick covered the body with a tarp from the woodpile and started checking the rest of the cabins before flying embers or a bomb could ignite more of them. He’d gone in and out of two, finding no other victims, when the first fire trucks, ambulance and police cruiser arrived.
Zack Harper was in the lead truck. He glanced at Rose and Dominique but said nothing as he and the other firefighters quickly got to work.
The ambulance crew ran toward Dominique. Rose left her friend in their care and got Ranger’s attention, signaled for him to come to her. When he was at her side, she went with him up the slippery road to Elijah’s house.
“Don’t go in,” Nick said, materializing next to her. He must have come through the trees that divided Jo’s property from Elijah’s. “This place could be rigged with some kind of explosive device.”
She looked up at her brother’s deck. The steps hadn’t been shoveled. There were no prints in the snow. “The man is Robert Feehan, isn’t it?”
“I’m sure it is,” Nick replied. “It looks as if he couldn’t get out of the cabin fast enough and got caught in his own scheme.”
“Or that’s what we’re supposed to believe.”
“Exactly.”
“I should call Elijah and let him know what’s going on. He can tell Jo.”
Nick didn’t argue. She walked down to the lake for better cell reception but it took several tries to get through to Elijah in Washington. When she did, she tried to be as clear and succinct as possible in informing him about the fires.
“I’m on the next flight up there,” Elijah said grimly. “Was this show meant for you and Martini?”
“I don’t know.” Rose ran the toe of her boot over snow that clung to a low rock. “Either Robert accidentally got himself killed setting these fires or that’s what we’re supposed to think.”
“Could he have known you two were out snowshoeing and rushed his plan?”
“It’s possible. It must be his campsite we found. Maybe he was past caring about his own safety and got reckless.”
Her middle brother was clearly tense. “Your voice is shaking.”
“I’m cold.”
“Once you’re sure my place is safe, go inside. Get warm.”
She almost smiled. “Yes, Sergeant Cameron.”
He sighed. “You know what to do. I forget. Be careful. I’ll get there as soon as I can.”
“What about Jo?”
“I don’t know if Jo will be with me. She’s got her own problems.”
The death of Portia Martinez and the whereabouts of Marissa Neal’s former boyfriend, Rose thought, but Elijah had disconnected.
She saw that Nick had returned to the cabins. He would want to talk to the firefighters about exactly how the fires had started.
Two state detectives intercepted her as she started back to Elijah’s house. They asked her if she wanted to talk to them inside where it was warm, but she answered their questions in the driveway. Once she finished, they headed back to the cabins.
Scott Thorne walked slowly up the icy road to her. “Hey, Rose.” His emotions were under tight control. “I’m glad you’re okay. We checked out here last night and didn’t see anyone.”
“Robert could have been keeping an eye out for you.”
“We didn’t see a trail, a light or footprints, but the snow was steady by then,” he said curtly. “Visibility was lousy. Jo’s cabins are a wreck, but this isn’t how anyone wanted to get rid of them. How many burned?”
“Just the two. Grit’s and the one next to it. The one Dominique was locked inside wasn’t rigged. Robert, or whoever did this, might have planned to get to it next and wanted her to know what was in store for her.”
“Elijah’s house?”
“It’s okay,” Rose said. “Elijah and Jo haven’t been here in several weeks. Neither has Grit. Robert had to know that.”
“Bowie’s been working out here,” Scott said.
“It doesn’t look as if he’s been by yet today.” Rose noticed a few white clouds on the horizon across the lake, even as the sky cleared directly above her. “I used to think Derek and Robert were just a couple of fun-loving ski bums who wouldn’t hurt anyone. I learned about Derek’s darker side a year ago, but Robert…”
“None of us knew them that well.”
“Any idea how he started the fires?”
“Martini says he thinks there was some kind of accelerant used.”
“White gas? There was a canister at the campsite Nick and I found up behind the cabins.”
“The investigation’s only just started, Rose,” Scott said. “Be patient, okay?”
She noticed Nick coming up the road, moving smoothly. The physical demands seemed to have had no effect on him. “How did Robert get caught in a fire of his own making?” she asked Scott. “Did he trip?”
“It’s tempting to speculate,” he said, “but you know better.”
Nick joined them, standing close enough to Rose that his arm brushed hers, but his eyes were on Scott. “Did
