We emptied cans of gas and kerosene, dousing houses threshold to patio, siphoning from cars to finish the job. Shame about the luxury SUVs. I would have fit nicely in one.
a single match, we inverted property values of an entire neighborhood
of faux mansions. It should have felt better than it did. Their
lifestyle creeped me out, but they had a right to actual life. Having it
taken away cavalierly grated against what remained of my morality.
“I’m going to kill that voodoo fucker.”
Nate just drove, the smell of burned meat making his lead foot even heavier.