“Fire, fire!”, shouted Reese. As the last of the restaurant went smoldering into the ether. Reese’s investment was now gone. All that he worked for, slaved for, was up in smoke. Reese had a few aggressive competitors, but, to his knowledge, none capable of something like this. Reese had a few other ideas of who it might be, so he loaded the shotguns and jumped into his pickup truck. Reese had a long drive ahead, but if his hunch about who did this, was correct. The perpetrators of this fire would be the ones in for a hard, bumpy ride.

Reese floored it as he sped toward the culprits’ hideaway.

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