Free Shaded Vision: An Otherworld Novel by Yasmine Galenorn Page B

dangerous, and the fire marshal had cordoned it off with bright yellow caution tape. The smell of smoke hung heavy in the air, scorched wood and flesh—acrid and pungent on the lungs. The rain formed rivulets of black water, thick with the ash and soot from the fire, the channels streaming along the street toward the grates covering the drains. I watched as little flakes of what had once been a beautiful building silently glided into the sewer system.
    Frostling, a full-blooded Earthside Fae officer, stood guard. She’d recently joined the FH-CSI and was proving to be a fantastic addition. I waved to her and she waved back. “Delilah, Camille, hello. Chase said you might show up this morning.”
    “Anybody try to get in here?” I glanced around. “Anybody skulking around?” The bushes near the main hall hadbeen scorched in the fire along with the building, but there were enough trees on the lot that somebody could conceivably hide and keep watch.
    She shook her head. “Not so far. I’ve made the rounds several times. Oh, there have been plenty of gawkers wandering by, but nothing out of the ordinary. Most of them were human, though a few Supes came by this morning who hadn’t heard of the fire. They were here to prep for the dance. I had to give them the bad news.” Her face fell, and I could tell it hadn’t gone over well.
    Supes—especially Weres—weren’t the most gracious when startled or hit with upsetting news. They could turn surly really fast, and a surly Were was five seconds away from a dangerous Were. Even those of the avian variety—they were just as wild as the four-footed and finned ones.
    “You okay?” I glanced her over, looking for possible damage, but she just smiled and waved her hand.
    “Nobody threatened me. Don’t worry about that. But, Delilah, if you want my opinion, you need to hold a community meeting as soon as possible to discuss this and to calm everybody down. I smelled a lot of fear rising off the group.” She opened the tape to let us through. “You can go in, but be cautious. The building’s not safe, and you really shouldn’t stay long.”
    “Thanks. We need to examine the area, but we’ll be careful. I promise.” Leading the way, I motioned for Camille to follow me as we gingerly skirted a pile of charred rubble. “Camille, why don’t you look around out here—you’re not exactly dressed for climbing over broken lumber.”
    “Okay, but be careful in there,” she said, starting to edge around the outside of the building, opening an umbrella she’d brought with her. Her spidersilk jacket would keep the chill away, but not the rain.
    I cinched my denim jacket tighter and blew on my hands. It was cold, still bitterly cold even though the snow had, for the most part, vanished with the torrential downpour. As I picked my way toward the building, the scope of the destruction began to hit home. It looked like some giant fiery mouthhad come down and taken a huge bite out of the hall, leveling it to the ground. Shattered pieces of wood and glass lay everywhere, most of it scorched. Where the doors had been, a gaping wound yawned, painful to look at.
    To the right of the gap, the building was a pile of ashes and timbers, and most of the roof had crumbled. To the left, walls still stood—leaning precariously, but still upright. The timbers had been blasted, though, and at any moment, the rest of the building could come tumbling down. I caught my breath as a sharp twinge stabbed me in the ribs. They’d healed up fine from Stacia Bonecrusher’s attack back in October, but now, when it was too cold and I was too tense, I’d catch a stitch in my side every so often, deep in the bones. I wasn’t sure if it was stress or something physical. I’d been meaning to ask Sharah but kept forgetting.
    As I cautiously placed one hand against a still-standing beam and breathed through the spasm, I glanced around. Rubble was scattered everywhere. The fire had been bad enough, but