Time for another Friday Fictioneers! I’m not sure what I think of this one but I’ll share it anyway.
“Are you sure it didn’t start at one of the power outlets?” Ted pointed at an unplugged switch plate.
“We checked them. No scorching, no residue,” Kurt sighed. “They’re clean. Well, relatively clean.”
“The fire had to start somewhere. And don’t say it was spontaneous human combustion.”
“Of course not. There’s no such thing,” Kurt huffed. “The fire didn’t spread across the body. It consumed everything at once. What could cause that?”
“Hell if I know. You’re the expert.”
Kurt didn’t voice his thoughts. Five strange fires. Victims all child molesters. He knew pyrokinesis sounded crazier than spontaneous combustion.
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