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Four months?
I know, I know, Should'a called. I've been really busy. I joined the fire department.
That's Sean? Jeez, he's a giant.
Yeah, you'd be surprised what three years can do to a kid.
Sean, come on out, man. What, you forget your favorite uncle?
Stephen told him you were killed in a hot tub accident.
Well that's two things to strangle Stephen for. Where is he, anyway?
Stephen's not staying here now, Brian. He moved out last April.
Oh, man, I'm sorry.
You guys ought to try picking up a phone once in awhile.
Uh, I'm Brian McCaffrey. Your new assistant.
Your Dennis' kid. I work alone.
Are you still here?
Get used to me, Inspector. I'm not going anywhere.
Then go find a corner. I don't want you in my way.
I think we should get something straight here. I was assigned to this office by the city.
Look, I knew your father, he had a helluva reputation on this job. But that don't mean you get any slack. Swayzak sends you down here, okay, I gotta eat you, that's the rules and I got nothing to say about that. But Swayzak or no, you live with me. Step out of line, and I don't care who knows you, I'll swing the hammer. You think you're the first?
Where are you going?
Pest control.
Shhh.
What are you listening to?
So you were happy here. Warm and cozy and in no hurry... Soot high, clean unburned wall low, indicates slow burn in thermal balance. Find me some glass.
Glass?
Do we have a language barrier here? Glass.
Glass found in ignition room is in small, thin pieces, indicating explosion. Lack of discoloration indicates a long, slow burn. Explosion must of come after a slow burn. You little tease... What were you up to you little bastard, huh? What made you that mad? Or scared. It started in this room. Took its time, hung out... but the air ran out. It couldn't breathe. So it was snuffed. But it wasn't dead... still all that trapped heat, lying low, waiting for some sucker to open the door and give it that one gulp of air...
Another backdraft.
Temperature in this room was about 2000 degrees, but copper wire in outlet is melted, which requires 5000 degrees. An accidental short in the plug could of created a spark of 7000 degrees, hot enough to melt the wire and start a fire.
No it couldn't.
Uh, I don't think that's in my contract...
I just rewrote your contract. C'mere...
Read.
"Trychtichlorate is a binary structured "
Go to the bottom. Under heat properties.
"During heat episodes of 2000 Kelvin or higher, Trych breaks down and dissipates. Will consume magnesium".
Ever burned magnesium? It's so hot it takes water molecules and BAMM!
Son of a bitch tears 'em apart just to eat the oxygen. Wouldn't take much at all to melt ten gauge wire. Problem's burnt magnesium leaves a powder trace unless you could find something that would eat its residue.
Trychticholorate. Then Swayzak can announce Seagrave was a murder.
Look, it isn't proof, okay? Someone may have put the chemical in the outlet, but we found it as a vapor in Cosgrove's clothes.
And the putty around the door?
Even if it was used to seal the air off, that doesn't explain why someone would go to the trouble of a backdraft. A gun's a helluva lot easier
But the right guess on this is arson.
I don't guess.
Some people say you don't do much of anything when it comes to this case.
I don't work for them, either.
That's it! Oh, that son of a bitch, he's different, goddamn it! You see what this tells us, huh? Our killer doesn't love fire!
What?
I got it after we talked to Ronald. Torches. Want to fry the whole goddamn world. But the fires that killed those guys never really burned up much. The burns were all lit in outlets surrounded by double firebreaks in the walls. And he made his burns backdrafts.
But he killed these guys.
But he could have killed everybody there. The firebreaks kept it from spreading in the wall. The backdraft blew out the flame. That's it. That's the reason.
What reason?
Why backdrafts. Whoever fried Seagrave and Cosgrove went to a helluva lot of trouble to make sure they died by fire, but also made sure the fire blew itself out.
That's why the sealant on the doors... So what have we got, a torch with a conscience?
No, we have a stone killer trying to make a point.
Are you going public with this?
No. Do that and I guarantee you'll scare him off. I don't want him running away.
What the hell are you doing here?
I'm finished with Swayzak. I'll do whatever you want me to do. I just want to help catch the guy that burned Tim. You gotta give me another shot.
In a word, Brian, what is this job all about?
Fire.
Hey boss, Dekom Trust is owned by Pan Illinois... which is majority controlled by Lakeside Dynamics... which is a division of Windy City Ventures... who's partners are... Alan Seagrave, Donald Cosgrove, and Jeffrey Holcomb.
Son of a bitch. They knew each other.
So Seagrave and Holcomb were accountants...
And Cosgrove. Coppers figured he laundered money for the mob before getting into real estate. They weren't very high on Seagrave, either.
Nice bunch of guys.
Who all ended up wearing candles for faces... Swayzak's up to his ass in this somehow. Guy can barely hold a drink in his hand, he's so scared.
This is the copy of Swayzak's manning report that was released. Everybody on this job knows it's bullshit but we could never argue with the numbers. They're all airtight.
Yeah? Airtight?
I've got three different drafts of the same report with different numbers that're all over the place. Looks like they were just making it up as they went along.
Did a little check on the consulting firm that wrote the report. They did exactly one job Swayzak's manpower study. It's not even really a company. No employees, no directors, just a PO Box.
Then who wrote the report?
It had to be someone who knows numbers. Some kind of fancy accountant. But what's the connection?
Well Brian, I guess you can say it's arson now...
How ya feeling?
Did you pull me out?
Yeah.
Did I say thanks?
No.
Just wondering.
I hate hospitals. You're so... so goddamn useless...
So what do you want me to do?
I've been lying here hours... just thinking... We're close... We're not looking in the right place, Brian. This one knows us and we're not looking in the right place...
Your brother was a good man.
Yeah.
Another couple of good men get burned up for their city? Is that how it's going to read? You're the only one that knows.
Like it never happened...
If it was a joke, sir, you'd be laughing.
You walked out on this academy six years ago. One week to graduation. You think we forgot that? You think I did?
I want another shot, Sir.
Look, everybody remembers your old man. Being his son, all you had to do was breathe to graduate here. Dead Hero Father Rule. But you blew us off. Why should I take you back?
If you remember, sir, my test scores were in the top
I don't give a damn what your test scores were, maybe you could have been a good firemen, but you had your shot.
I need another one, sir.
Sorry, but it's out of my hands. Try again next year.
No, it isn't out of your hands or you wouldn't even have met me. If I push you have to let me back in. Dead Hero Father Rule. Sir.
Even if you graduate this academy, you've still got nine months of probation. That's hard duty, son. If you don't really love this job, it'll kill you.
See you Monday. Sir.
Brian McCaffrey... Oh this is really a treat. Brian McCaffrey. Lost a dad to the animal, huh?
Hey, do I know you?
I'm close... but I can't get who it is...
So you came to me... Well, this is going to be an interesting afternoon after all...

Four months?

I know, I know, Should'a called. I've been really busy. I joined the fire department.

That's Sean? Jeez, he's a giant.

Yeah, you'd be surprised what three years can do to a kid.

Sean, come on out, man. What, you forget your favorite uncle?

Stephen told him you were killed in a hot tub accident.

Well that's two things to strangle Stephen for. Where is he, anyway?

Stephen's not staying here now, Brian. He moved out last April.

Oh, man, I'm sorry.

You guys ought to try picking up a phone once in awhile.

Uh, I'm Brian McCaffrey. Your new assistant.

Your Dennis' kid. I work alone.

Are you still here?

Get used to me, Inspector. I'm not going anywhere.

Then go find a corner. I don't want you in my way.

I think we should get something straight here. I was assigned to this office by the city.

Look, I knew your father, he had a helluva reputation on this job. But that don't mean you get any slack. Swayzak sends you down here, okay, I gotta eat you, that's the rules and I got nothing to say about that. But Swayzak or no, you live with me. Step out of line, and I don't care who knows you, I'll swing the hammer. You think you're the first?

Where are you going?

Pest control.

Shhh.

What are you listening to?

So you were happy here. Warm and cozy and in no hurry... Soot high, clean unburned wall low, indicates slow burn in thermal balance. Find me some glass.

Glass?

Do we have a language barrier here? Glass.

Glass found in ignition room is in small, thin pieces, indicating explosion. Lack of discoloration indicates a long, slow burn. Explosion must of come after a slow burn. You little tease... What were you up to you little bastard, huh? What made you that mad? Or scared. It started in this room. Took its time, hung out... but the air ran out. It couldn't breathe. So it was snuffed. But it wasn't dead... still all that trapped heat, lying low, waiting for some sucker to open the door and give it that one gulp of air...

Another backdraft.

Temperature in this room was about 2000 degrees, but copper wire in outlet is melted, which requires 5000 degrees. An accidental short in the plug could of created a spark of 7000 degrees, hot enough to melt the wire and start a fire.

No it couldn't.

Uh, I don't think that's in my contract...

I just rewrote your contract. C'mere...

Read.

"Trychtichlorate is a binary structured "

Go to the bottom. Under heat properties.

"During heat episodes of 2000 Kelvin or higher, Trych breaks down and dissipates. Will consume magnesium".

Ever burned magnesium? It's so hot it takes water molecules and BAMM!

Son of a bitch tears 'em apart just to eat the oxygen. Wouldn't take much at all to melt ten gauge wire. Problem's burnt magnesium leaves a powder trace unless you could find something that would eat its residue.

Trychticholorate. Then Swayzak can announce Seagrave was a murder.

Look, it isn't proof, okay? Someone may have put the chemical in the outlet, but we found it as a vapor in Cosgrove's clothes.

And the putty around the door?

Even if it was used to seal the air off, that doesn't explain why someone would go to the trouble of a backdraft. A gun's a helluva lot easier

But the right guess on this is arson.

I don't guess.

Some people say you don't do much of anything when it comes to this case.

I don't work for them, either.

That's it! Oh, that son of a bitch, he's different, goddamn it! You see what this tells us, huh? Our killer doesn't love fire!

What?

I got it after we talked to Ronald. Torches. Want to fry the whole goddamn world. But the fires that killed those guys never really burned up much. The burns were all lit in outlets surrounded by double firebreaks in the walls. And he made his burns backdrafts.

But he killed these guys.

But he could have killed everybody there. The firebreaks kept it from spreading in the wall. The backdraft blew out the flame. That's it. That's the reason.

What reason?

Why backdrafts. Whoever fried Seagrave and Cosgrove went to a helluva lot of trouble to make sure they died by fire, but also made sure the fire blew itself out.

That's why the sealant on the doors... So what have we got, a torch with a conscience?

No, we have a stone killer trying to make a point.

Are you going public with this?

No. Do that and I guarantee you'll scare him off. I don't want him running away.

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm finished with Swayzak. I'll do whatever you want me to do. I just want to help catch the guy that burned Tim. You gotta give me another shot.

In a word, Brian, what is this job all about?

Fire.

Hey boss, Dekom Trust is owned by Pan Illinois... which is majority controlled by Lakeside Dynamics... which is a division of Windy City Ventures... who's partners are... Alan Seagrave, Donald Cosgrove, and Jeffrey Holcomb.

Son of a bitch. They knew each other.

So Seagrave and Holcomb were accountants...

And Cosgrove. Coppers figured he laundered money for the mob before getting into real estate. They weren't very high on Seagrave, either.

Nice bunch of guys.

Who all ended up wearing candles for faces... Swayzak's up to his ass in this somehow. Guy can barely hold a drink in his hand, he's so scared.

This is the copy of Swayzak's manning report that was released. Everybody on this job knows it's bullshit but we could never argue with the numbers. They're all airtight.

Yeah? Airtight?

I've got three different drafts of the same report with different numbers that're all over the place. Looks like they were just making it up as they went along.

Did a little check on the consulting firm that wrote the report. They did exactly one job Swayzak's manpower study. It's not even really a company. No employees, no directors, just a PO Box.

Then who wrote the report?

It had to be someone who knows numbers. Some kind of fancy accountant. But what's the connection?

Well Brian, I guess you can say it's arson now...

How ya feeling?

Did you pull me out?

Yeah.

Did I say thanks?

No.

Just wondering.

I hate hospitals. You're so... so goddamn useless...

So what do you want me to do?

I've been lying here hours... just thinking... We're close... We're not looking in the right place, Brian. This one knows us and we're not looking in the right place...

Your brother was a good man.

Yeah.

Another couple of good men get burned up for their city? Is that how it's going to read? You're the only one that knows.

Like it never happened...

If it was a joke, sir, you'd be laughing.

You walked out on this academy six years ago. One week to graduation. You think we forgot that? You think I did?

I want another shot, Sir.

Look, everybody remembers your old man. Being his son, all you had to do was breathe to graduate here. Dead Hero Father Rule. But you blew us off. Why should I take you back?

If you remember, sir, my test scores were in the top

I don't give a damn what your test scores were, maybe you could have been a good firemen, but you had your shot.

I need another one, sir.

Sorry, but it's out of my hands. Try again next year.

No, it isn't out of your hands or you wouldn't even have met me. If I push you have to let me back in. Dead Hero Father Rule. Sir.

Even if you graduate this academy, you've still got nine months of probation. That's hard duty, son. If you don't really love this job, it'll kill you.

See you Monday. Sir.

Brian McCaffrey... Oh this is really a treat. Brian McCaffrey. Lost a dad to the animal, huh?

Hey, do I know you?

I'm close... but I can't get who it is...

So you came to me... Well, this is going to be an interesting afternoon after all...