The heavy flashlight brightens the way to Jillian’s cottage. The golf cart pulls up slowly and silently comes to a stop. Everything else is done very quickly. Opening the chest, taking out the bottles, lighting the wicks, and throwing them. Propelled through the air from close range, the firebombs hit their marks.
The window glass shatters. Red and orange flames explode as the bottles hit the floor inside the cottage. The fire begins to spread in a fierce, destructive blaze.
The flames are mesmerizing as they dance. It’s tempting to stay and watch, but there’s no time to waste.
A glance in the direction of the path coming down from the main building reveals a woman standing beneath the light.
The golf cart rides away into the darkness. When it’s in a hidden place, it comes to a stop. The sounds of distant sirens cut through the night air.
Are the police already on their way to Elysium? Has the woman called for help?
Think. Think.
This isn’t the way it was supposed to go. No one was supposed to see anything. What was that woman doing out in the middle of the night? What exactly did she actually see?
Maybe she won’t be able to identify me. She was illuminated by the light on the path, but I wasn’t. Do I dare let it go and hope for the best?
But if she did see me, I have to kill her before the police come. I have to kill her before she tells anyone who she saw.
The sirens are getting closer.