The firemen picked their way through the smoldering wreckage. There were lingering hotspots, chunks of wood that appeared dead, but concealed still-burning hearts.
“Weird. It’s like it started everywhere at once. Arson?”
“Nah,” said Timmons. “Metaphysics.”
“What now?”
“Look here,” said Timmons. He tugged at a section of wall made brittle by the fire. Bundles of scorched money tumbled out, spewing ash. “He’s still clutching a whole pile of ‘em, too.” He gestured at the blackened corpse. “What we got here, Lawson, is an over-excited devil. Probably new. They’re always temperamental until they got a few centuries of experience topside.”
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