Mallory Brennan spread the security footage stills across the metal table. Juan Harrison's face appeared in three frames, each one timestamped before the Tuesday fire. She needed this arrest. Fifteen years ago, her sister Amy died in a warehouse fire that went cold. No arrests. No justice. But this case was different. She had seventeen witness statements. She had methanol-based racing fuel residue from the scene. She had Juan's garage inventory showing the same accelerant. His hands shook now as he stared at the photos. He glanced at the door. His finger touched his collar. Nervous, not angry. Guilty. The DA would offer lesser charges if he cooperated. Mallory leaned forward. One question would break him. "Why were you at the Burned Warehouse of Casterton Industries that night?" Her voice stayed flat and controlled. Juan's eyes darted to the photos again. His breathing quickened. She watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. This was the moment she'd worked toward for months. Marcus Chen died in that fire. Someone had to answer for it. Juan opened his mouth, then closed it. His right hand gripped the edge of the table. She slid another photo toward him showing the accelerant pattern. "We found the same fuel in your garage." His shoulders dropped. He was ready to talk. Justice was finally within reach. Juan's confession came in broken sentences, but Mallory recorded every word. He admitted being at the warehouse. He admitted the racing fuel. Within hours, she had everything documented and filed. The next morning, she drove to Broadcast Beacon, the radio station with its tall metal tower cutting into the sky. The community deserved to know. She sat in the soundproof booth and spoke into the microphone. Marcus Chen's killer would face trial. The evidence was solid. Juan Harrison would answer for what he'd done. As she left the station, Mallory felt the weight lift slightly from her chest. Amy's case remained cold, but this one would close. One fire solved. One family would get their justice. After the broadcast, Mallory returned to the charred warehouse where Marcus Chen had died. She walked the perimeter one final time, studying the blackened walls and collapsed beams. The Urban Brass-Red Hydrant stood at the corner, its worn metal surface a reminder of the firefighters who had tried to save Marcus that night. She knelt beside the accelerant pattern, now photographed and documented. This place held answers that Amy's fire never gave her. Juan Harrison would stand trial here in Killead. The prosecution would be methodical and thorough. Every witness statement would matter. Every piece of evidence would count. She stood and turned away from the warehouse. The goal was clear now. Juan Harrison would face justice for what he'd done, and Marcus Chen's family would have closure that her own family never received.