“Burn, baby, burn.” He shook himself from her soothing trance. He couldn’t stay inside any longer to enjoy her beauty. The smoke was beginning to seep into his pores and the smell would attract attention. He quickly ran out the back door and put on his jacket. He went down the alley past three buildings before he returned to the burning structure and camouflaged himself with the crowd gathered there. Sirens wailed in the heated atmosphere and the bystanders grew more curious. The crotch of his pants tightened as his usual hard-on swelled. He shifted to tamper his excitement. This was all her fault. His beloved wife was dead and she would pay. The charred remains of Cuppa Joe’s laughed hysterically as Shane and Dylan searched for some small clue to lead them in the right direction. Tediously sifting through the piles of ash left by the fire wasn’t helping much. “Just something,” Shane mumbled. “Anything.” He swiped his hand across his brow. Although the crowded coffee house was usually hot, the fire heightened the temperature.
