Burning for the Fireman (Dangerous Devotion #9)

Prologue

Flames crackle and light up the sky in a bizarre, terrifying fireworks display. My heart races and a smile touches my lips.

This is what I look forward to. The night where all my preparations come to fruition and I see the devastation that that work has wrought.

The blaze moves higher, wider, the light stronger now. I can feel the heat on the night wind. Taste the cinder and ash in the air and smell the light scent of the gasoline that I always use.

Another smile curls my lips. Glancing over, I check out the road and chuckle.

“No vehicles yet.” That’s good for me. I can enjoy my work a little longer before I have to go.

That’s why I choose these out of the way places. I get to enjoy my work for awhile and by the time anybody sees the fire and reports it to the fire department and they get out here, I’ve got my fix for the night.

One side of the building is fully engulfed now and my heart soars when the wall begins to crumble inwards, barely hanging on. Orange and red flames dance and the wood and metal structure groans, the sound loud in the chilly calm of the darkness.

Far off, I hear the first faint sounds of the sirens and sigh, turning away from my latest art.

It’s time to go, dammit.

The soles of my shoes leave no prints as I move deep into the shadows. One last glimpse of the ribbons of red and orange devouring every piece of the building and I fade into the trees, moving silently, quickly.

I don’t park close to the building I’m targeting so that I don’t leave any tire tracks or anything else that will give them what they need.

I’m having way too much fun to give them any information to stop me.

I’m in this for the long haul. I smile again, driving away slowly. This is what I was born for. I found my calling.