the door man yelled again, while trying to kick me. “The son of a bitch who burned down our home!” There was anger in his voice, yet he was smiling. He's enjoying this. “Admit it, you fucker! You burned down our house!” He threw another kick at my side and this time he connected. Pain shot through my ribs. “I've got you now!” He giggled like a child amused by a toy. I wondered what the police were doing while this lunatic was screaming. I counted three or four police vehicles on my walk over there. Clearly there were other issues requiring their attention. The only people paying attention to us were some of the unscathed members of the Black Book Club. Boone led over a group of seven. Aunt Danica and Marty Olberstad were among them. Aurelia was not. She was still missing. I thought she might have booked it out of there. Maybe they pulled her out of the fire, brought her back to life, and sent her on her way. Or to the hospital. “Geoffrey, that's enough,”
