Jake's boots made crunching sounds as he walked on the gravel stones and stepped on dry grass and branches. It was a cold night that he'd rather spend under the covers in his wife's embrace.
"Where are they?" he asked sharply.
"Behind the tool shed, boss," said Darius, one of Orlando's boys.
Jake followed the bodyguard to the location where the four arsonists were being kept. They were on their knees and bloodied. Their kegs of gasoline were piled together in one corner.
"So, you are the idiots who tried to burn down my factory tonight?" Jake asked them coldly.
"We didn't know this place belongs to you," said one of them. His left eye was swollen shut and the right one was barely open. He was bleeding from every orifice on his head.
"Who sent you here?" Jake asked. "Wai
