Soul Circus(115)
Strange told him.
“Guess you caught me in the right frame of mind,” said Stefanos.
“You want to take a pee, wash your face or somethin’, before we go? It’s a long drive.”
“No. But let’s pick up a six-pack. I need something cold to go with this bourbon. We can take my ride, you want to.”
“I’ll drive,” said Strange. “You’re half blind.”
THEY drove out of the city via New York Avenue, took the tunnel to 395, and were soon into Virginia and on Route 1. They spoke very little. Strange listened to his tapes, and Stefanos drank and smoked. He seemed to enjoy the wind in his face.
The road became more barren as they drove south.
Forty minutes later, they passed the Marine Corps base at Quantico and continued on.
“Won’t be long now,” said Strange.
“What’s the plan?”
“No plan. Get in quick, burn the motherfucker down, try to get out without getting nailed.”
“Viva la revolution,” said Stefanos.
“I need you as a lookout.”
“But I’m half blind.”
“Funny.”
“I got the matches. Don’t I get to play?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“We gonna wear gloves or something?”
“And ski masks, too. Shit, we get caught, we’re gonna get caught on the site. I ain’t gonna worry about fingerprints or nothin’ else but haulin’ ass out of there. Let’s just do this thing, all right?”
Deep forest lined both sides of the highway. Strange took his foot off the gas pedal and let a car pass on his left. Soon he slowed the Caprice down and swerved off onto the berm, then he made a right onto a gravel drive where Stefanos had seen a cut in the trees. What looked like a house stood alone back off the road. A sign reading “Commonwealth Guns” was strung along a porch holding barred windows. A light in a glass globe mounted beside the door illuminated the porch.
Strange killed the headlights as he drove the car onto the grass and parked alongside the house. The motorcycle was not on the porch.
“Let’s go,” he said.
They got out and went to the trunk. Strange opened it and took out the two cans of gas. A car approached on the highway and he closed the trunk lid, extinguishing its light.
“There’s gonna be cars from time to time goin’ by,” said Strange. “Just keep working fast.”
“You got a rag in there?”
“Yeah.”
“Give it to me. I’ll find a stick to tie it around while you do your thing. After I take care of that porch light. Leave some gas for the torch.”
“Okay, man. Let’s go.”
Stefanos waited for the rag, wrapped it around one hand, then went up to the porch and unscrewed the hot lightbulb inside its shield. Then he moved to the treeline in the nearly total darkness and hand-searched the ground until he found a small branch. He wrapped the rag around the top of the branch and tied it tightly so that it would not slip off.
Strange doused the porch with gasoline and continued around the house, flinging the liquid against its walls. When he was done with one can he went back for the other and continued his circular path. Cars sped by on the highway, but none stopped.
Strange met Stefanos at the trunk of the car.
“We all set?” said Stefanos.
“Yeah. It’s an all-wood house, should go up good.”
“Here,” said Stefanos, holding out the branch. Strange poured gasoline onto the rag, careful not to get any near the car.
“That’s good. Drive the car up to the road. I’ll be right with you, hear?”
Stefanos smiled. “Set ’em off, Jefferson: one, two, three, four.”
“You are something. Gimme your matches.”
“Here you go, Dad.”
Strange felt the book pressed into his hand.
Stefanos took the car up to the road, let it idle on the berm. He looked south and in the rearview took in the northern view. There were no cars coming in either direction. He flipped the headlights on and then off.
Strange lit the rag atop the branch. The light from it was startling and he swung the branch and released it, pinwheeling it onto the porch of the gun store. The porch caught fire immediately and then the rest of the house seemed to explode into a ring of flame. Strange stepped back, feeling the heat of the fire, watching it engulf the house. He heard the sound of his own car’s horn but stayed where he was. He admired the power of the fire and the color dancing against the trees. He heard his horn again and he turned and jogged to his car. Stefanos was in the passenger seat, sweat shotgunned on his forehead. Strange got under the wheel and pulled down on the tree. He fishtailed off the berm, pinning the accelerator as he hit the asphalt.