They were two blocks from Julie’s flat when they noticed the sky was painted ruby red by climbing flames. The red-and-blue flashing lights blinded them as they turned the corner.
“No …” said Julie, looking at John. “That’s my flat in flames!”
“This can’t be an accident,” John answered with firm conviction.
“No, it’s not. This is the embodiment of evil, and he wants to break me.”
John had no objection to that. She had said it at just the right time, and when he was in LA, he had felt exactly the same. Evil wanted to crash and destroy him and Paul.
“Don’t stop!” Julie said suddenly, looking at the pavement and the doorway. “I don’t want to get any closer. Whoever did this might still be hanging around. We can come back later.”
“We?” asked John, surprised.
“Yes, we. You and me. I’m sta
