The two police cars that turned up outside John’s house, sirens blazing, caught the attention of neighbours and passers-by more immediately than the stranger who had so casually walked down the drive, whistling merrily and tossing a lighter up into the air and catching it repeatedly as they made their way back to the car at a leisurely pace. John’s screams were muffled by the front door, which his attacker had carefully shut behind themselves with gloved hands. The Response team arrived just five minutes later, having unknowingly driven past the car which held the person responsible for the burned body they found, its skin so blackened and blistered it was at first hard to identify it as human. ‘Jesus Christ,’ one of the officers muttered as they opened the front door and saw what awaited in them in the hall, while his colleague turned and retched into a tissue. He then left the tissue over his nose in a fruitless attempt to mask the smell of roasting flesh. The flames had gone out, thanks to John’s attempts to roll around on the floor to subdue them.
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