Page 2 of Torch’s Wildfire

Spotless is more accurate.

Dark cabinets. Stainless-steel appliances. A wooden table with four chairs. Everything perfectly arranged, right down to the folded dish towel hanging beside the sink.

Not what I expected from a disgraced firefighter and fire investigator turned outlaw biker.

Preston Chavez. Torch, according to the people who know him now.

Finding that little detail took more effort than locating most of my agency's high-profile clients. And those people actually pay us to find them.

I pull out my phone and check the time.

Eleven forty-seven.

Fifteen minutes. That's all I'm giving myself.

Then I'm getting the hell out of here before the owner returns and discovers a twenty-two-year-old woman rummaging through his belongings.

I'm fairly certain explaining that I'm just looking for information won't improve my situation.

I cross into the living room, where a large leather couch faces a stone fireplace. There's a coffee table and a bookshelf containing enough fire investigation manuals to qualify as a small library.

“Somebody needs a hobby.”

Then again, who am I to judge?

I spent the last six months researching a dead man, and the past week tracking down a living one.

Pot, meet kettle.

A framed photograph on the bookshelf catches my attention.

A group of intimidating men posing beside their motorcycles, all wearing black leather vests.

Damned Sinners MC.

The club's name is impossible to miss.

I recognize Torch immediately.

I've spent enough time staring at his old photographs to pick him out of a police lineup.

He stands out among them, broad through the shoulders, with short dark hair and a face that probably hasn't smiled since the invention of electricity.

His arms are covered in tattoos.

The newspaper photographs hadn't shown those.

I lean closer.

He's annoyingly handsome.

The kind of handsome that screams trouble, bad decisions, and a very expensive therapy bill.

“Lucky for you, I'm not looking for a boyfriend.”

I set the frame down.

My employer would have a field day with this.