Wicked Appetite (Lizzy and Diesel 1) - Page 37
Diesel pried my fingers open. “Honey, I love that you’ve got ahold of me, but I think you’ve got some chest hairs in there.”
Flames raced up the side of what was left of Lenny’s house and black smoke billowed into the sky. Sirens screamed a couple blocks away and people were stepping out of their houses and gathering in the street.
“There isn’t going to be anything left of Lenny’s house,” I said, barely able to hear myself over the ringing in my ears.
“Yeah,” Diesel said. “The historical society’s going to be pissed.”
“It’s so horrible. Everything’s gone. All his treasures from high school. All his sheet music. All his clothes.”
Diesel had an arm wrapped around me. “Don’t forget his paddle collection, and his inheritance.”
“Omigosh. His inheritance! It must have gotten blown up into smithereens. We’ll never find it.”
“No, but Wulf won’t find it, either. And that’s what we really care about.”
We walked around to the front of the house and watched the spectacle for a while. A police car was the first on the scene. A fire truck arrived seconds later. More cop cars and fire trucks. Two EMT trucks. They’d responded fast, but the house had burned even faster. By the time the hoses were working, there wasn’t much left to save.
I stood with arms slack at my side, pretty much dumbfounded by the whole incomprehensible event.
“The booby-trap gizmo was so small,” I said. “How did it make such a disaster?”
“I suspect it ignited a gas line. I don’t know what else would account for the second explosion and fire.”
We left the scene, buckled ourselves into Diesel’s Porsche, and motored off, giving one last look at the smoldering rubble that used to be Lenny’s house. The FOR SALE sign was still standing, and behind it, the brick skeleton of the fireplace was blackened but intact.
I choked back emotion, overwhelmed by Lenny’s loss and the destruction of a house that had survived for over a hundred years.
Diesel reached over and tugged at my ponytail. “It’s okay,” he said. “No one was hurt. And everything will eventually recycle.”
“Recycling sucks.”
Diesel nodded. “Sometimes it definitely does suck.”
It was a little after seven o’clock, and now that I was away from the action, I was hungry. I’d had some bites of muffin around three but nothing since, and I’d expended a lot of energy being terrified.
“I’m starving,” I said to Diesel. “And you’re going in the wrong direction. Marblehead is south.”
“I’m not going to Marblehead. I’m going to Beverly. When Wulf finds out Lenny’s inheritance isn’t available, he’s going to go after the remaining piece to the puzzle.”
“Mark More.”
“Yeah. We need to get to him first.”
“What about dinner?”
“Keep your eyes peeled for fast food.”
“There!” I said. “On the left. It’s a cluster fast-food stop. Burgers, doughnuts, chicken, subs.”
“Which do you want?”
“I want them all.”
“Pick one,” Diesel said.
“Burgers. No wait. Chicken. No, no. Burgers. Definitely burgers. With extra cheese. And fries. A large size. And a chocolate shake. And doughnuts.”
Ten minutes later, we were back on the road with bags of burgers and fries and a dozen doughnuts. I ate my double cheeseburger, finished off my fries, and eyed Diesel’s fries.
Source: readsnovelonline.net