Hours later, exiting one house amongst a row of similar houses was a single man. He wiped his hands clean on the lapels of his coat. He picked up his bag, tipped down his bowler hat, and made his way down the row, flipping a coin to the children playing there.
No more attention was given to that dwelling until that evening, when streaks of red and orange flashed behind its closed curtains. Soon, the local fire brigade was there, unrolling their long hoses and pumping furiously to quench the hungry flames.
Neighbours rushed out of their homes, gawking and whispering to themselves as they gathered at a safe distance from the fire.
The next morning, out of the still-smoking debris, a group of paramedics pulled a long, thin black bag, ceremoniously carrying it to their waiting carriage. Many cried. Others stood stoically.
Only one smiled.
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Mystery / ThrillerThe Dreamer wanted revenge. His father didn't bow to the corruption until the corruption took his life. The Planner wanted them gone. A rising star, a budding career, taken from him out of sheer greed and conniving. The Executor wanted atte...
