I stood staring at the heap of metal on the pavement. The flames had been doused, not even embers remained in the wreckage. The police department were asking me questions. It was the same men who had been at the shooting. They gave each other looks and I could tell what they were thinking. I was mixed up in club drama and that gave me a reputation.
They asked me about the person who had driven away, but it was too dark for me to make anything out. The paramedic checked me for signs of a concussion or deep cuts. With the all clear from the paramedic and the police officer, I headed back inside while a crew began cleaning up the debris. For a small town, they worked quickly when disaster hit, they must be used to it in a place like this.
I decided to shower off the smell of smoke and burn
