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Nicole jerked awake. Her hair was dripping wet, and her face was freezing. Rodney Steagel stood in front of her, smiling wickedly. He held a bucket in his hands. “Sorry about the cold water, but I wanted you to be awake for this. You see, I’m going to burn down the company building, and you’re going to have a front row seat. I’ve disconnected the sprinkler system and added a few stacks of newspaper and other flammable materials in various strategic places, and I’ve poured gasoline all around, so the fire should spread nicely.”
“You’ll never get away with this.” Nicole cringed even as she repeated the clichéd line. Now she understood why people in the movies always said it. “The police know you caused the explosion. They’ll tie you to this too, and you’ll spend the rest of your life
