Dagger danced around in front of the fire, a look of pure insanity on his face. “Die, fucker,” he shouted. “Die. Die.” “What in hell is going on?” Lauren asked Steve. “Dagger’s lost it.” “I can see that,” she said. “He started the fire?” “When he found the bike in the file room, he flipped out,” Steve said. “He thinks it’s trying to kill him,” Howie added. “The bike?” She grabbed Howie’s shoulders and shook him. “The Mannhof?” “Someone put it in there,” Howie answered. “Picked the wrong day to mess with Dagger’s head.” “Is he… it… still in there?” Howie shrugged. “I didn’t see it come out.” Shit. Jake was inside there, and the whole house would be on fire in a few minutes. “I have to get him out.” “It’s just a machine,” Steve said. “You don’t understand,” she said. “It’s expensive, but it isn’t a person.” Damn, the man she loved was inside a burning building and none of them understood. “I’m going in there.”
