Jonathon had been away when the policlub torchers came to the house; he’d been off motorcycle riding with Tamara, trying to perform tricks on her Honda. When they’d noticed the black smoke billowing up through the trees on the north edge of town, he and Tamara went after it. Unaware. To watch the fire. They would travel for kilometers to see a good fire. Always had. The show of destruction and death broke up the summer’s monotony.