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K err looked at his watch. It was just before midnight. There were lights on in the downstairs hallway and upstairs at the front of the house and he had waited, hoping that they would go out, but eventually he had walked around to the rear of the building and seen candlelight flickering in one of the upstairs bedrooms, and he figured that was where Nightingale was. He reached for the handle of the front door, turned it and smiled when he realised that it wasnt locked. He opened the door and slipped inside, his heart racing. The house was bigger than anything hed ever torched in the past, and he knew that to be sure of killing Nightingale hed have to go upstairs.

He eased the door shut behind him. In his left hand was the red petrol can. Hed filled it almost to the top and he heard the liquid slosh around as he headed for the stairs.



| Midnight | c