At three fifteen on Saturday afternoon, Evan DaCosta and Samuel Mackenzie both were at home. Lucas quickly gave them a summary of the new developments on the Magnus Motorsports mission. “How bad is the property damage?” asked Samuel with a deep, rich voice and a cultured Scottish accent. “The fire alarm went off pretty quickly. Ned attacked it with an industrial-size fire extinguisher within two to three minutes after that to contain it. So far, other than superficial water and smoke damage to the area, looks like only the race car was damaged.” “Brake fluid and chlorine,” Evan mused. “Pretty low-tech, household stuff, Lucas. High school chemistry one-oh-one.” “Exactly,” Lucas agreed. “Based on the surveillance video, these guys walked in as customers, no evidence that they were carrying anything suspicious. Whatever they used was small and easily concealable. Based on what Michael and the marshal found, I’d say it was a few pucks of generic pool chorine, coupled with a highly flammable liquid to ensure it spread fast enough to do the damage needed.”
