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of all,” Davidson said, “I’m sorry for your loss. If we’d had any chance for a rescue–”
    “I know. I’m sure you guys did everything you could. Nobody’s blaming you.” Because Renee bore all the blame, except for that one dark sliver she allowed Jacob.
    “I understand how difficult this is, but we need some more information to help us determine the cause.”
    “You already have my statement.”
    “Yes, ma’am. But that was made in what we like to call ‘the heat of the moment.’” She smiled, but the expression on Renee’s face made it fade fast. Davidson’s voice shifted into an official monotone. “People sometimes remember things later, after they’ve settled their minds a little bit. Could you please go over the sequence of events one more time?”
    Renee closed her eyes and tried to separate the actual events from her nightmares of the past two weeks. The reality and the nightmare had fused into one giant hell storm, a series of flickering images that seared her psyche and hot-wired her nerves. “I woke up,” she said finally. “And Jake was sitting on the edge of the bed.”
    “Are you sure? You didn’t wake up first and then wake him up?”
    “No. I’m a heavy sleeper–” Renee rubbed at her swollen eyelids. “I mean, I used to be a heavy sleeper. Jake always had to poke me in the ribs to get me to stop snoring. Or so he says. I’m still not convinced that I snore, and I challenged him to make a tape recording to prove it. Seems unladylike somehow, breathing through your nose like a lumberjack in a cartoon.”
    Davidson nodded, and Renee knew she was babbling, but the act of recollection had pushed her to the dangerous cliff edge, the wind was blowing, the abyss was black and deep, and her balance wasn’t what it should be. Renee rushed on, afraid that if she paused, she would go back to that scary place inside that had beckoned her with the promise of isolation and safety.
    “I woke up and I looked at the clock because I thought it was morning and time to get Mattie ready for school. I feel it’s a wife’s duty to have breakfast on the table, get the family off to a good start. That’s our deal, Jake works and I take care of the house. I mean, nothing personal, you being a woman in a man’s job, that must be hard, especially here in the mountains where everybody’s so conservative.”
    That almost made Davidson flinch, but her firewall face kept its grim countenance. “It’s tough enough being a woman no matter what,” she said.
    “When Jake woke me up, I smelled smoke, and of course I thought of Mattie first thing. I yelled at Jake, but he told me to stay, he’d take care of her. We practiced, of course. We had fire drills and we put those little child ID stickers on the window and we had one of those rope ladders under the bed. Everything you’re supposed to do. But the real thing is never like a drill, and I don’t think you could ever practice the way it really happens. But I guess you know that better than anybody.
    “I followed Jake to the door, even though he told me to stay, because I usually obey him, but I was half-asleep and confused and then the smoke made me dizzy. I was about to go into the hallway when Jacob screamed at me and slammed the door, and I trusted him to save Mattie–”
    Renee’s throat caught for the first time, breaking the unthinking stream of words. The fire chief waited, making no gesture of sympathy. Chapped, coarse hands, ones comfortable around an axe handle. And a wet blade of grass clung to the toe of her boot. Lying was easier now. Renee sniffed and continued.
    “I waited for maybe a minute, then put my hand on the door. It was hot, and I remembered what they say about fire needing air to breathe. The alarm was going crazy–”
    “Excuse me. Did your husband wake you up, or did the alarm?”
    Renee shook her head. In the nightmare, the alarm was blasting like a freighter’s fog horn and Jacob had the blanket over her head,