Chapter 77

“Meaning we relocate.”

“Exactly.”

“I’ll start wiping things down. This little rented office is small enough that it won’t take very long.”

“Good,” the broker said. “I’ll get the other preparations taken care of.”

While his helper wiped down all of the surfaces in the office, the broker opened a closet, revealing two five-gallon cans of gasoline and three containers filled with various chemicals, all of which were popular with arsonists as accelerants.

“Man, this place is gonna burn like crazy once you toss a match inside.”

“We can’t just ‘toss a match’ into this stuff, we’re going to have to use a timer and a small explosive device—like this one,” the broker said as he removed a small box from the largest drawer of the desk and set it carefully on the floor.