The police suspect Lewis of torching his own warehouse for the insurance. But they can't figure out how he did it.
The inspector stepped aboard. "What have we got, Lieutenant?" "A woman, dead. A man, missing." "Missing?" "Yessir. I have a dive team looking."
Someone's been naughty this Christmas. Can you solve the mystery?
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The small black coupe parked at the curb after an urgent squeal of tires. Two men hurried out into a chilling rain that plopped against their hats and coats.
RITA LOOKED OVER THE NOTES pinned to the tree, looking for one note in particular. Eventually, she found it, slightly covered by yet another posting. The note simply read, "Rita, I burn for you. Call me."