"How can you be so heartless?" Lucia interjected, her voice trembling with both frustration and grief. She took a shaky step closer, her dark eyes shining with tears as she stared me down. "If it weren't for you insisting on getting the accounting records, would your husband have gone in? He's inside because of you, trying to retrieve those records. Now the factory is on fire, he's trapped and you're just standing here acting indifferent. Do you even have a conscience?"
Lucia's words struck the crowd like a match thrown onto dry grass. The murmurs grew louder, more accusatory.
"If you don't unlock that door, he'll burn alive! Are you just going to let him die?"
"I think she's hoping my son dies!" Evelyn screamed suddenly. Her eyes blazed with such hatred that, for a moment, I thought she might lunge at me again. "Now that I think about it, I don't even believe the factory fire was an accident. Who's to say she didn't set it herself?"
At this, the crowd erupted into chaos.
"What?" a man exclaimed, his eyes narrowing as he turned to look at me. Others exchanged uneasy glances, their whispers growing louder.
"If that's true, I suggest you call the police. This could be murder!"