Jace’s POV
The warehouse was still smoking when the first fire investigators arrived, and the orange glow from the remaining hot spots painted the night in a way that made the destruction look even worse.
I stood near the edge of the property while firefighters moved through the damaged building, and I could still hear the coughing of employees who had been treated along the road.
Everyone was alive.
That fact kept repeating in my head because it was the only thing that mattered right now.
We had lost trucks. We had lost equipment. We had lost a warehouse that had taken years to build into a legitimate business.
But we had not lost one of our people.
Derek approached me.
“Fire investigators are taking over the scene.” Derek said and I nodded.
“Have they said anything?” I asked.
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