Nobody knew his name, and he didn’t advertise on the hundreds of billboards that lined the beach road, but Jeff was the coastal community’s arsonist of choice.
He pretty much ran a monopoly. He was a professional who could be trusted to burn your house, barn, car, boat, or business and do it so thoroughly and efficiently that it always looked like an act of God or an unfortunate accident.
If you needed the service he provided, you talked to a guy who knew a guy and dropped the cash and the plans at the Crazy Crab, a dark and smelly beer joint that served the local drunks who were always there and boaters who stopped at the marina on their way to somewhere else.
His homemade bombs were a simple design that exploded reliably and burned so intensely that it was nearly impossible for the co
