“Burn it down,” he said, and they went to work. Biff and Thunk had pieced together some cocktails and whipped flaming bottles at windows, but Boiler stood in the thick of it, screaming fire. Chad watched the blaze leap.
With the Schoolboy dead, this wasn’t as much fun.
Chad fixed his tie and hefted one of the pawns, trussed up on the corner. “Now,” he said. “Where’s the Queen?”
It squeaked. “We don’t know! I swear. She’s been gone for days.”
“Right,” he said, and raised a knobby fist.
In a blossom of sparks, a rook burst from the inferno.