She buried her fists in the white satin mounded on her lap. “I’m sure the smoke was white,” she said tightly. “For whatever difference that makes.”

“It makes a difference. It indicates a relative absence of carbon.”

“Oh. I see.” Whatever that told him.

“Were there any flames?”

“No. No flames.”

“Did you smell anything?”

“You mean like gas?”

“Anything at all?”

She frowned. “Not that I remember. But I was outside the building.”

“Where, exactly?”

“Reverend Sullivan and I were sitting in his car. In the parking lot around the side. So I wouldn’t have smelled the gas. Anyway, natural gas is odorless. Isn’t it?”

“It can be difficult to detect.”

“So it doesn’t mean anything. That I didn’t smell it.”

“Did you see anyone near the building prior to the explosion?”

“There was Reverend Sullivan. And some of my family. But they all left earlier.”

“What about strangers? Anyone you don’t know?”

“No one was inside when it happened.”

“I’m referring to the time prior to the explosion, Miss Cormier.”

“Prior?”

“Did you see anyone who shouldn’t have been there?”

She stared at him. He gazed back at her, green eyes absolutely steady. “You mean — are you thinking—”

He didn’t say anything.

“It wasn’t a gas leak?” she said softly.

“No,” he said. “It was a bomb.”

She sank back, her breath escaping in a single shocked rush. Not an accident, she thought. Not an accident at all….

“Miss Cormier?”

Wordlessly she looked at him. Something about the way he was watching her, that flat, emotionless gaze of his, made her frightened.

“I’m sorry to have to ask you this next question,” he said. “But you understand, it’s something I have to pursue.”