Cain was covered in soot and pretty sure he'd smell like a chimney for a week, but they were alive. The paramedics had checked them out, and both he and Sammy had refused the hospital. They'd agreed to sit in the back of the ambulance for thirty minutes with oxygen. At least he didn't feel like he was breathing through tar anymore.
All he wanted was an hour-long shower and ten ibuprofen, but none of them wanted to return to the site again if they didn't have to, so Sammy had sent the techies to listen to the audio while he and Sammy gave statements to the police.
Dusk was descending when all was said and done. They headed across the field toward the vans, meeting Kerry and Paul halfway.
"How did it go inside the school?" Sammy asked, right down to business as usual.