Page 2 of Jamaican Me Crazy Mon (The Vagabond #10)

The Arrest of the Arsonist

T he sultry Miami sun was a relentless force, bearing down on the city like a fiery hammer.

The air was thick with humidity, making each breath feel like a battle for survival.

But despite the oppressive heat, a sense of anticipation hung in the air, electric and palpable.

Word had spread throughout the Miami Sentinel newsroom that the police were closing in on the arsonist who had tormented the city for months, leaving a trail of smoldering ruins in their wake.

And I, Keisha Harper, was determined to be there when the story reached its dramatic climax.

The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of activity, with leads and tips pouring in from every corner of the city.

My colleagues and I had chased down every scrap of information, following the arsonist’s trail like bloodhounds on the hunt.

And now, finally, it seemed as though our persistence was about to pay off.

As I stood outside the newsroom, waiting for my ride to the scene, I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

The arrest of the arsonist would mark the end of a long and grueling chapter in my life – but it would also bring closure to the countless victims whose lives had been irrevocably altered by the fires.

And as I thought about the pain and suffering that had been left in the arsonist’s wake, I knew that I had to be there to witness the moment when justice was finally served.

As the unmarked police car pulled up to the curb, I felt a sudden surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

This was it – the culmination of months of tireless investigation and dogged determination.

And as I slid into the back seat, my heart pounding in my chest, I vowed to myself that I would see this story through to the very end.