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Kreiger couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t talk. He was lying on his back on the kitchen floor, his arms behind him.

Somebody had slapped him as he entered the kitchen, he realized, then tied him up. Tight!

He heard something…a slight noise above. Somebody was here with him.

Terror struck him and made his eyes bulge. His chest heaved, his heels hammered. Very cold liquid—gasoline!—splashed over his body.

When he opened his eyes he saw something dark mushroom above him. An umbrella! And then light, impossibly bright, and exquisite pain.

The scream echoing inside his skull carried him like a dark bird into death.

The Torcher backed from the kitchen. As always there would be no fingerprints. The flames were high. Though the sprinkler system sprayed water, Kreiger lay under the umbrella, burning steadily.

Everything was as planned.

The Torcher took the elevator downstairs, walked slowly through the lobby, and went out.

Into the dark. Alone. Smiling.