1987 a small home in rural Oklahoma

Rubbing a finger over the scar on his neck, he decided now would be a good time for revenge. Screams echoed in his ears as the smile spread across his face. He swung the hammer one last time to sink the nail into the wood. Letting the hammer fall to the ground he stepped away from the burning structure and admired his handy work. The doors and windows were locked tight with nails holding them shut. He laughed. No escape. His mother's smoke filled voice was calling for him "Michael. Please." Keep begging, he thought. His stepfather kept pushing on the door, rattling the knob. Under it all he heard little Pete crying and whimpering. It was Pete's fault, the little brat got everything he wanted. He never got the punishments Michael got. Michael paced back and forth waiting for the screams and cries to cease, rubbing his hands together as the last cry seeped through the flames.

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Present day

An hour later as Trivette sat behind his desk, the information he needed popped up on his screen. "BINGO!" He said, getting the others attention.

"Whatcha got Trivette?" Walker asked, walking to his friend's desk.

"The finger prints on the files came back, Gage and Sydney's were on them, but there was also another set. Michael Anthony Black. Now Mr. Black has several warrants for his arrest in eight states for arson. His juvenile records show eleven more arsons all pleaded down because he was a juvenile. It says one of the arsons on his juvenile record has a red flag on it." Jimmy punched in a few letters on his keyboard and a low whistle escaped his mouth. "At twelve his family's home was set on fire. His mother, step-father and younger brother were found inside near a rear door. All exits including the back door had been nailed shut..."he finished

"WOW!" Gage commented, "They didn't charge him with their murders?" Gage asked.

Trivette shook his head no, and said "It says he pleaded temporary insanity and got a year in a Juvenile mental institution."

Walker stared at the information on the computer screen and asked "Anything local?"

"Yep. His fingerprints were found at the scenes of three fires in Austin, all with the same MO." Matches and a body were also found at each three of the bodies identified as homeless men between the ages of thirty and forty." Trivette relayed to them.

Walker's eyes flashed as he put the pieces together in his head and formulated a plan.

"The ware house is where John Phillips was seen. He may have been meeting with Mr. Black there to sell him some explosives. At this point I am guessing we have one week before the next fire. Gage I want you undercover in this. You are going to go in as a homeless man who hangs out near the warehouse. Sydney, you and Trivette stay close and set up shop near the warehouse out of sight," They all nodded and went to work.