The Firebug Of Balrog County (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
The crowd was a sparse collection of old men and divorced ladies, most of them with skin resembling teriyaki beef jerky, but Ox Haggerton wasn’t one of them. Actually, the old coot hadn’t returned to the bar once since I’d torched his woodpile. Folks said he’d grown even stranger and more isolated since the fire at his place and had taken to driving around the county day and night without stopping to speak to anyone or having an apparent destination. After we closed the bar, I drove back to town. The night was clear and crisp with plenty of stars and I didn’t feel like going home. I let the steering wheel guide me and after some slow drifting, including one close call with a parked car, I found the Oldsmobile leading me to Katrina’s rental house and parking itself across the street, stakeout-style. It was past midnight but I was still surprised to see the big house dark on all levels. Didn’t college students live here? Was it not Saturday night? I leaned back into the crushed velour depths of the Oldsmobile’s front seat.
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