ISAAC'S POV
I drove like a madman. My hands shook on the wheel. The car swerved too much, and I nearly hit a mailbox. But I didn't care. I needed to get there.
When I finally saw the address, my heart stopped. Smoke billowed into the sky, thick and black. Orange flames licked at the windows of the house. I slammed on the brakes and the car screeched to a halt. I left it running, door open, as I stumbled out.
People stood in a loose circle on the front lawn. Ten, maybe fifteen of them. Just... standing there. Watching. Their faces glowed orange in the firelight. Nobody moved. Nobody did anything.
"We need water!" I yelled, running toward them. When nobody reacted, I screamed it again. "WE NEED WATER!"
A man in a polo shirt turned to look at me. His face calm, almost bored. "We called the firefighters," he said. "They should be here soon enough."
Had they not realized it yet? The firefighters weren't coming. Not until Valentine Sutton was sure everyone was burned to a fine crisp.
