The fire might not reach it as fast. And maybe it still had some clean air. We crawled on all fours, trying to stay below the worst of the smoke. But when we got there, I saw that the tiny space was already filled with smoke. I shook my head and backed away. “Better out there!”
But not much. As we crawled back out, I could hear the fire in my office snapping through the cheap furniture. In minutes, it would eat through the thin wall. I was dizzy and sick to my stomach. Gasping for air, I sagged against the wall. Michelle sank down next to me and crumpled to the floor. I tried to shake her awake, but I had no strength. I tried to call out to her. “Michelle!” But the roar of fire drowned out my hoarse croak.
My lungs burned as they strained for oxygen. Every breath felt like I was inhaling fire. I could feel my body sliding down to the floor. I covered my head and curled up in a ball. Then everything went black.
FIFTY-FIVE
I woke up with something over my face. I tried to grab it, but someone grabbed my hands and said, “It’s oxygen. Just breathe.” The sound of a siren pierced my ears, and I realized we were in motion. My chest burned and my eyes were streaming so badly everything was a blur. Then I passed out again. The next time I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. And ironically, Alex was standing next to it.
Disoriented and nauseous, I stared up at him, wondering if I was dreaming. “Alex? What’re you doing here?”
“The cops. They were in the ’hood when the fire broke out, and they knew that was your office. That’s how come the firemen got there so fast.”
For a change, being in the middle of gang turf had paid off. “But how’d they reach you?”
Alex gave a little smile. “You’re famous, remember? They know who you are, and they know who works with you. I think they called to find out where I was. How’re you feeling?”
Something pinged in my head when he’d said “called.” But I couldn’t focus long enough to figure out what it was. “I’m okay.” Dizzy, nauseous, and still breathing fire-but alive-which was a lot better than I’d expected. “Michelle?”
“Yeah, she looks the same as you. Kind of a mess, but still with us. What happened?”
Michelle was okay. Tears of relief leaked out of the corners of my eyes. My throat was raw and it was hard to talk. I croaked out slowly, “Don’t know. Fire in the stairway. Then, someone threw… something through the window.”
I could tell Alex was struggling not to sound alarmed. “Like a Molotov?” I shrugged. “Why? Who would do this to you?”
I had to take a deep breath to force out the words. “Don’t know.” I thought for a moment. Since the Molotov-or whatever the hell it was-had been thrown through my window, I was pretty sure I’d been targeted, but now it occurred to me there were other possibilities. “Might not be me. That copy service.”
“The one right below our office?”
I nodded. “They’re sinking. Owe money-”
“You think it’s an insurance scam?”
“Or bangers…”
“Like maybe someone in the building might’ve pissed off some gangbangers?” I nodded. Alex looked skeptical. “Then why throw a Molotov through your window?”
“Only one open.” I paused to take another deep breath-as deep as I could manage anyway.
Alex looked skeptical. “I guess it’s possible.” Alex fell silent for a moment. “But this case has generated an awful lot of attention. I don’t have to tell you there are some crazies out there with real strong feelings about Dale-and you.”
He was right. He didn’t have to tell me. But would the nutballs go this far? It seemed a bit extreme. I shrugged. “Could be.”
“Anyway, the cops have someone posted outside your door, and you should be here for a while, so I think you’ll be safe.”
A while? “No! Got to get out!” I only had one day to look for witnesses, and I wasn’t going to let this damn fire ruin it for me.
Alex was exasperated. “Sam, you can’t win this case if you’re dead.”
“I’m okay…” I had another coughing fit. “When can I get out?”
“When you stop doing that.” I gave him a look. Alex sighed. “The nurse said if nothing goes wrong, they’d let you go after twenty-four hours.”
I shook my head. “I don’t have time-”
“Come on, even that maniac judge has to cut you some slack now.”
“No.” I paused to wheeze in another breath. Now that I’d been conscious for a little while, the possibility that I’d been targeted seemed more and more likely. And I didn’t think it was by some whacked-out loony-bin reject. It wasn’t that the firebombing was exactly a sophisticated effort. That stupid building was easy pickings. But it had taken some planning-not a lot, but some. “If someone’s… trying to stop me… got to figure out why. Maybe we’re onto something.”
Alex didn’t look happy, but he didn’t argue. “I see your point. But if that’s true, then you can’t go home. You and Michelle should stay with me.”
I waved him off. “Can’t find me. My address… not public.”
Alex was impatient. “If people are willing to burn down your office to get to you, what makes you think they wouldn’t find a way to get your address?”
“It’s blocked.” Ever since my days as a public defender, I’ve had a block on my address. Even cops who stop me for speeding have to jump hurdles to get it.
“Want me to show you how fast I can find it? And they don’t even have to be as good as me.”
I held up a hand. “Please don’t.” I didn’t need to see how wrong I’d been to feel so secure all these years. Especially right now.
He folded his arms. “It’s my place or my uncle’s.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
“De nada. Just give me the key to your place and a list of what you need.”
I tried to draw another deep breath and went into another coughing jag. When it finally stopped, I said, “Keys were in my purse, but…” They’d be a melted mess by now. Everything was gone. I couldn’t absorb it all. I closed my eyes. Alex’s voice yanked me back.
“You don’t have a spare anywhere?”
I forced myself to think. “I… wait, yeah. Taped on the ledge… above door.” I still had my apartment. I hadn’t lost everything. That thought made me feel a little better. I wrote down a list of what I’d need for the next couple of days.
Of course the press got ahold of the story. I had a television in my room, and it was showing the footage of my office building going up in flames. Michelle and I had been the only ones inside, and we were reported to be in “stable condition.” But the building was a total disaster. One of the firemen said multiple code violations allowed the fire to spread as fast and hard as it did. That came as no shock. But the sight of it was devastating. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched all my hard work for the past seven years dissolve into ashes.
Alex had a mournful look as he watched with me. But after a few moments, he snatched the remote and turned it off. “Stop watching that. It’s just a building. You’re still a lawyer; you still have cases. And there’ll be more.” I nodded and wiped my cheeks. Alex handed me a Kleenex. “Have the police called you yet?”
Police. I hadn’t thought about that. But his mention of the police calling made me remember what’d pinged me before. “Phone!” My heart was hammering in my chest. Paige’s cell phone had been in my purse-the purse that was now a puddle of ashes and soot. We’d never find the place now. “Paige’s phone… the photo…”
Alex put a hand on my shoulder. “Samantha, it’s okay. You left the phone with me. Remember?” It took a moment to register. That’s right. I’d left it with him when I went to see him at his uncle’s house. The relief was so sharp I couldn’t speak. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing. Alex patted my arm. “Get some rest. I’ll be back tomorrow to pick you both up.”