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“I don’t think so. This is no accident,” Lana said.
“Who would start fires deliberately?” Taylor wondered. “I mean, what does it accomplish?”
“Fear. Pain. Despair,” Lana said. “Chaos. It accomplishes chaos. Evil things love chaos.”
Taylor shrugged. “Probably just Zil.”
“Nothing in the FAYZ is ever just anything, Taylor. This is a very complicated place.”
“No offense, Healer, but you’re getting weirder all the time,” Taylor said.
Lana smiled. “You have no idea.”
Quinn’s little flotilla set out to sea. Dark as always. Too early. Sleep still crunchy in everyone’s eyes. But that was normal. Routine.
They were a tight little group, Quinn thought. It made him feel good. As much as he had screwed up in his life, he had done this well.
Quinn’s fishing fleet. Feeding the FAYZ.
As they cleared the marina and headed out to sea Quinn felt an unusual joy welling up inside him. What did I do when the FAYZ happened? he asked himself. I fed people.
Not a bad thing. A bad start, yes. He had freaked out. He had at one point betrayed Sam to Caine. And he had never gotten over the memory of that awful battle against Caine and Drake and the coyotes.
So many vivid, indelible memories. He wished he could cut them out of his brain. But other times he realized no, that was foolish. It was all those things that had made him this new person.
He wasn’t Quinn the coward anymore. Or Quinn the turncoat. He was Quinn the fisherman.
He pulled on the oars, enjoying the healthy burn in his shoulders. He was facing Perdido Beach.
So he saw the first small flower of flame. An orange pinpoint in the darkness.
“Fire,” he said calmly. He was in a pole-fishing boat with two other guys.
The others stirred and looked.
From a nearby boat a shout. “Hey, Quinn, you see that?”
“Yeah. Keep pulling. We’re not the fire department.”
They set to their oars again and the boats edged farther from shore. Far enough out that they could soon drop hooks and spread nets.
But every eye was on the town now.
“It’s spreading,” someone said.
“It’s jumping from house to house.”
“No,” Quinn said. “I don’t think it’s spreading. I think…I think someone is setting those fires.”
He felt his stomach churn. His muscles, warm from rowing felt suddenly stiff and cold.
“The town is burning,” a voice said.
They watched in silence as the orange flames spread and billowed up into the sky. The town was no longer dark.
“We’re fishermen, not fighters,” Quinn said.
Oars splashed. Oarlocks creaked. The boats pushed water aside with a soft shushing sound.
