Epilogue

In a rundown shed somewhere across town

I'd missed the charity baseball game because I had to work. It would've been a great opportunity to cause chaos and to make them all look like fools, but I didn't want to draw attention to myself by asking if I could be off work or switching shifts. The only way I could continue my work was by staying hidden, and there was so much more work to be done.

I looked around me at the progress I'd made since the record store. Ah, yes, the record store. That had been a thing of beauty. Because it had windows on the front, I was able to go up on a roof across the street and use a pair of binoculars to watch it burn. Risky, yes, but most seriously worth it.

Poor, poor Cody was so devastated and worked so hard to keep it all together while he watched his life dream go up in smoke. I remembered him from my short time at fire school, and even then, music was all he could talk about. Well, I bet he was talking about me now, not who had the best one-hit wonder in the 80's.

And not just him. No, all of them were talking about me. No one would forget me now. Especially not when they saw what I had planned next. I pulled up the blueprint of the building on my computer. Who knew Vesper had an online public record system where you can find building permits and blueprints? All you needed was the property address.

I chuckled. How nice of them to make things easy for me like that.