“That was a sophisticated device, Chief. Not your basic home grown shit. Whoever set that knew what he was doing.”
“He missed his target anyway,” the chief said, watching the flames.
“Did he? If his point was the scare that man, he was successful.”
“You don’t think he was trying to kill him?”
The arson inspector shook his head, shrugging. “I really doubt it. If you want someone dead, shoot his ass.”
“A bomb’s effective, isn’t it? Nothing says I hate you like an explosion in the fridge. Besides, they tried to make it look like an accident using the propane.”
The inspector shook his head. “I’m not so sure. The man who built that bomb did it in such a way that pieces were left. He had to know we’d figure out it wasn’t an accident. No, he meant for Quartermain to stay alive, but terrified.”
“Think he did that?” The chief raised a curious eyebrow.
“Oh, yeah. He damn near pissed himself.”
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