Is everybody out of the house?

No, I don't know, but it's on fire.

Really, really strong.

The fire in the cottage on Addison Avenue was hungry,

devouring almost everything in the bedroom.

All right. We'll have fire department on the way.

You see smoke coming out of the windows? It's pouring out of some inside the bedroom. All right. We'll have fire department on the way. You see smoke coming out of the windows?

It's pouring out of some inside the house.

Within minutes, firefighters knocked it down.

The smoke clearing, the sooty water running in the streets.

And then, as the mop-up began, the word flashed out like something electric.

The house was occupied.

Someone didn't get out.

And up through the ashes a mystery flared, like a stubborn ember, glowed and smoldered, and demanded an answer.

The inhabitants of the rented cottage, as investigators soon learned, were two young, beautiful people, the sort of glossy and successful types you might expect to see on some reality show.

Their names were Paul Zumott and Jennifer Ski.

Jennifer an ambitious award-winning real estate agent who lived like a rock star or so said her buddy Roy Enderman.

You know, and she'd be like, I'm knocking him out like Domino's baby.

I just worked out, went to Starbucks, and I'm on my way to a meeting, and it's only 633.

So Paul seemed to be just the right kind of guy for Jennifer, said Roy.

Because he was an entrepreneur, and he seemed like he was a very driven person.

And that's definitely a quality that Jennifer was looking for.

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