I would put my emphasis on the Harrison family. Mother, father, two teenage girls. Arson made sense only when there was a connection to one of the hom...owners. Or both.I sat down with the Sullivan twins. Jesse said, “Jim Harrison, structural engineer. Lockston Industries. He’d know how his house is built.”“What about the wife?”Jessie took up the narrative, “Jill. She’s a buyer at Macy’s. Oak Park Mall.”Fucking Johnson County. Fucking Kansas.So, a two-income family.“The kids? The girls?”“Jennifer. The wealth coming in from overseas was the foundation for Britain’s ability to continue the fight. Bringing in a convoy of eight sail laden with trade goods did more for the country than capturing a French brig of war.This was certainly true, but the officers were chafing under their inability to capture enemy shipping whilst escorting convoys. Only the capture of an enemy ship could win the prize moneys of which they all dreamt. This was not such a pressing matter for Thomas whose family were. He’d also brought his hunting rifle, a 30-6, for maybe doing a little hunting, he said. A large thirty-six count package of toilet paper topped off Béla’s pack, precariously strapped so that it was pillowed against her head as she hiked along.Béla was glad to be outside again. Although the sunlight hurt inside her head, living behind pristine walls surrounded by those damned, buzzing, fluorescent lights was even more disagreeable.This was one of Béla’s favorite spots. The cabin was already old. The room had the standard pair of twin beds that all dorm rooms had. Both were made up, but it was clear that one was Kellie’s bed, while the other had never been slept on.“Damn, it’s hot in here!” Kellie hollered almost instantly.Indeed, it was very warm. The temperature from earlier that day had made all of the dorm rooms hot. Everyone had their windows open with fans going, trying to find alleviation from the heat.Kellie strode over to her own window and slid it open wide. “They won’t turn.