The hot water hit my chest as I took in this new development. Working for Marcus was sure to lead up a path I wasn’t sure I wanted to take.

Wendy had agreed no questions asked, daredevil and fire-obsessed as she is, speaking for me. I wasn’t sure if I liked it.

But we needed the money. I definitely did not want to stay here with Marcus. And it took money to rent a place. I just wanted an honest job.

But they might be looking for us, the police, for running out on the arson. If I used my real name at a job, they might be able to track me.

I had no choice. After I toweled off, I went to Marcus.
“What’s the address? We should scout it first.”
“Hey, bro! I knew you’d come around!”

Centennial Parkway began as an innocent road, stretching through duskier and duller neighborhoods until the peaked skyline receded, revealing an industrial zone filled with box shaped buildings emitting white clouds of smoke.

The warehouse was huge! There were a lot of barrels stacked outside, and that was promising.