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debris, but human remains have been found.”
    Denial screamed inside Devon’s head. But she forced her thorough, analytical side to kick in. “Do you have any confirmation that any of those remains are my mother’s?”
    “No, ma’am.” Another pause. “But, like I said, the fire destroyed everything. What’s left — let’s just say that it’ll take dental records to make any positive IDs.”
    “In other words, whoever was inside that cabin was burned beyond recognition,” Devon heard herself say. “In which case, we don’t know who the victim or victims were. It’s possible my mother wasn’t even there at the time.”
    “Possible, but unlikely.” He fell silent, clearly uncomfortable about divulging too much detail. As an officer in a small rural community, he rarely dealt with violent loss of life.
    Well, he was dealing with it now.
    “Go on, Sergeant,” Devon pressed. “I want details. This is my mother we’re talking about.”
    “I realize that.” He blew out a breath. “Look, as I mentioned, the location of that cabin is fairly isolated. We’ve combed the area, by car and by foot. We even did an aerial search. No sign of your mother. We did find a set of footprints leading into the village of Lake Luzerne. We followed them. We spoke to every single shop owner and employee. The baker and the coffee-shop proprietor remembered your mother. She was in the village around seven thirty. The baker said she’d stopped in, and mentioned being on her way back to the cabin. There were footprints confirming that.”
    “Surely there were other sets of footprints in the village.”
    “Yes, ma’am, but none that led back to the cabin. Just hers.”
    “What about the car? Maybe she — ”
    “The Mercedes she came in was still parked in the driveway. There were no new tire treads. The car hadn’t been moved. We traced the license plate. The vehicle belonged to Pierson & Company, which was no surprise. We’d already spoken with the owner of the cabin, who’s a business associate of Frederick Pierson’s. He confirmed that he’d loaned the place to Mr. Pierson and a lady friend for the weekend. So there’s little doubt that he and your mother were there. I just notified the Pierson family. They gave me your mother’s contact information.”
    Devon didn’t want to talk about the Piersons. She wanted to talk about her mother. “What was the cause of the fire?”
    “Undetermined. Maybe a cigarette. Maybe a candle. Maybe even a spark from the fireplace. A thorough investigation to determine the origin of the blaze is under way.”
    “So you’re not convinced it was an accident.”
    “We have no reason to believe otherwise.” He paused. “Do you?”
    Devon gritted her teeth. “I’m not acquainted with Mr. Pierson, so I can’t speak for him. But, as for my mother, she doesn’t have an enemy in the world.”
    “And yet you’re wondering if the fire was intentionally set.”
    “I’m a police detective’s daughter, Sergeant. I ask questions.”
    “Fair enough. I’ll try to answer them. Like I said, the cause of the fire is undetermined. The fire investigation unit is conducting its search. The coroner is on his way to the scene. Should anything suspicious be found, the investigation division of the sheriff’s office will take over. Given the loss of life, the state police will probably get involved. If need be, they’ll bring in specially trained dogs to sniff for accelerants. No stone will be left unturned. I hope that helps ease your mind.”
    “Nothing will ease my mind except hearing that my mother wasn’t in that cabin.”
    “I’m sorry, Ms. Montgomery — pardon me,
Dr
. Montgomery,” he corrected himself. “I wish that were the case. But it doesn’t look good. I’d suggest you advise your family.”
    “I intend to.” Devon was far from ready to accept what she was being told. “Sergeant Jakes…” She grabbed a pen and pad. “Please give me your contact