Lugs disabled the alarm with the magnet points and I slipped the lock and we were in.
“Nice place,” I said, looking around. “You ever eat here?”
“You fucking kidding?” he said, unscrewing the cap off of the jerrycan and dripping homemade napalm across a row of booths. “All my money goes to the track.”
“I came here once,” I said, “when I was kid. I dated this rich girl. Her father wanted to take my measure.”
“Yeah? How’d that work out?”
“Not so hot,” I said as I uncapped the flares.
“Gonna be hot now,” smiled lugs. “You ready?”
I want to scream “NOOOOoooooo!” but it wouldn’t do any good, would it?” Gripping story, really makes one want to STOP it!
Makes me wonder what led up to this point in time and what will happen afterwards. Good job of getting inside the criminal mind/rationalization.
He certainly had some burning issues.
UGH. These certainly are no catch.
Nasty pair of losers. Good dialogue though.
I want to stop the arsonist. Too bad. Good story!