Cool grass caressed Turner’s scorched skin.

There was no pain anymore. He knew shock dulled his senses and that the pain would return in time. For the moment, he was grateful for the small favor.

The house was in tatters; the walls gone, and the upper structure collapsed onto the first floor. Fire burned intently as he watched it consume the wood.

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The shadow of the chimney lay across him. The explosion must have shot him out of the wall as the house collapsed. His gas idea must have worked better than he expected.

Rolling to his side, Turner searched for a weapon. Nearby, he found a silenced assault gun. It was the weapon Casey had given him. It would do.