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“What kind of son-of-a-bitch would plant those? And for what purpose?” He didn’t expect an answer and was taken back when Jared spoke.
“You know, Cap, this means someone knew firefighters would be there. Someone knew exactly when we’d be there.”
Mike spotted the moment Jared’s words registered with Shep. “This was no chance occurrence. No ordinary man, either. It’s beginning to sound like someone with a grudge.”
“Or some nut job who has targeted the fire department.”
Mike’s anger boiled. “How the hell did the bastard get gas in the house without our men detecting it?”
“Open air. Outside,” Jared said, holding his arms open toward the sky. “The crews had their masks on. Timing was everything.”
An uneasy chill quivered down Mike’s spine.
“Christ. Was the weasel wearing one of our uniforms? Our gear?”
“Either that or … someone’s gone rogue.”
Mike locked eyes with Jared. “Not one of our guys.”
“I prefer to think it’s an outsider,” Shep said, his voice full of uneasiness. “Keep this under wraps.”
***
You need to die.
Seth followed the seam down the barrel of the gun, his target lined up perfectly in his sights.
But not yet. I will make you suffer, the way my brother suffered.
He slowed his breathing, knowing he needed a calm head if his plan was to work.
Did his target know he had been the one responsible for the explosion?
Bitterness wedged in Seth’s throat.
The big business man. CEO of Accent Dynamics. His brother’s partner. The one who had set up a major deal then stabbed Shawn in the back. Shawn had gone to prison while that cocksucker kept living his important life, with his big deal corporation.
The company owed Shawn.
Now owed him.
Shawn survived two years before those bastards finally killed him.
His brother.
His blood.
The saying went revenge is a dish best served cold. But Seth liked things hot.
Fire.
A corner of Seth’s mouth lifted in a grin.
A brother in the Staunton Fire Department. A fireman. Another fucking hero. How convenient that bit of knowledge fit perfectly into Seth’s plans.
Didn’t men die in fires every day?
You will suffer, you bastard. The way my brother suffered.
