“He couldn’t know there would be other explosions,” Penny replied. “Besides, someone had to cover the story, and no one else was there. I can handle it.”
“I think you can too,” said Salt quietly. “But you’ll have to work alone. My job is to take pictures.”
“I’ll meet you at the car,” Penny threw over her shoulder as she left him.
Scarcely knowing how or where to begin, she ran toward the burning building. One of the smaller storage structures of the factory, it was not connected with the main office. The larger building remained intact. Workmen with an inadequate hose were making a frantic effort to keep the flames from spreading to the other structures.
Penny ran up to one of the men, plucking at his sleeve to command attention.
“What set off the explosion?” she shouted in his ear.
“Don’t know,” he replied above the roar of the flames.
“Anyone killed?”
“Two workmen. They’re over there.” The man waved his hand vaguely toward another building.
Unable to gain more information, Penny ran toward the nearby structure. The wind, she noted, was carrying flames in the opposite direction. Unless there were further explosions, danger of the fire spreading was not great.