Chapter 67
It all happened so fast that Franco couldn’t track what was going down.
Vince’s feed was gone.
The three camera feeds across the alley from Sam’s butcher shop’s back door were gone.
The cameras they’d placed as backups at either end of the alley showed a tongue of flame reaching out of the shop door like a giant blowtorch, slashing against a massive steel dumpster that was well on its way to melting.
No wonder Vince’s feed was completely gone.
Nicky’s shoulder-cam feed was hard to interpret at first. He appeared to be lying in the alley. There was some movement, as if he was flailing about. One of the alley-end cameras showed that he’d been blown fifty feet down the alleyway, almost onto the street. He lay mostly in deep shadow, so it was hard to see.
“Let’s go fetch him
