Bikers Burned My House Down the Night Before the Bank Could Take It

and ran a pilot fuse to the back porch. I know it was professional and coordinated and I know one man, your friend Raymond Edward Boyle, was sitting on the porch when the engine company arrived. He was holding a photograph of your wife in a frame.”

I sat down. I had to.

“He had two gallons of accelerant in a backpack next to him. Empty.”

I closed my eyes.continue reading …