Was the burning bench just a smoker being careless? Of course not! Tory should have known better. This chapter sheds light to the mystery arsonist
She pulled her ratty hair out of her face and back into a rough ponytail. She smiled a smile of pure hate as she traced her fingers on the boats rough edge. In her free hand was a giant bag filled with kitty litter. The kitty litter had been soaking in kerosene all afternoon. The bag was heavy, but not as heavy as her heart. She hummed an unrecognizable melody as she filled the wooden boat floor with the fire starter. Pulling a lighter out of her pocket she sent the kitty litter up in flames. Moving off the boat and into safety she watched her master piece. Brilliant shades of red, orange, yellow and blue fire danced, leaping higher and higher. The boat brunt fast and hot, faster than the bench had. Her mouth filled with bile. He was going to pay. He wouldn't get away, and anyone that stood in the way was simply collateral damage. She grinned a bitter grin as she watched the flames leap out of the boat and onto the dock. They spread quickly moving to other boats in a hungry passion. The heat poured out and into the air in a sick crawl. She felt no regret as the entire harbor began to burn. The heavy air and the poisoning scent of kerosene made her stomach hurt and her head spin. She pushed the horrible feeling away; she had to make sure the damage was done. She didn't start to run until she heard the cry of the fire engines piercing the night.