"Mysterious Fires Breaking out Across Prince Rupert, British Colombia"--
John Reeves
"I can't believe there is another one" read surprised Henry Peters. "That
must be 5 houses in the last 2 months. Why would anyone do such a vapid thing?"
"Dad, they don't even know if someone is setting them yet!"
"Oh Billy, wake up and smell the smoke. Fires like that just don't start
themselves."
Billy knew that as he was walking away, but since he was the cause of all
the fires he did not want anyone to know. He felt ashamed that the only way he
could make money was to set fires and then get called in to the fire station as
a part time worker. He had no other way to make money for his girlfriend and
her Christmas present. He tried to keep living this life for as long as he
could but he was not sure how long he could keep it up. If he were to ever be
caught Lord only knows how long he would be locked away for.
Coming from a small town nobody was used to all the buzz going around. It
made Billy nervous. That was all everyone talked about on the small shaded
streets of Prince Rupert.
"Billy, Billy!" Henry yelled.
Snapping out of his dream world Billy relied "What?"
"Go down town and pick up some eggs would ya?"
"Yeah sure Dad."
As he walked down the street Billy pondered if he was really doing the
right thing. He had convinced himself that since Christmas was the time for
giving and he was just getting a little extra cash so he could give some more
to his girlfriend; he was doing the right thing. As he looked around the normal
hang out spots like the barber shop, he noticed the grim look on all the old-
timers and could not really put two and two together to...
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that moment eighteen Christmas' flashed by Billy's eyes in about 5 seconds. He
could remember all the times that he ran down the stairs to rip open the
presents. Then the little boy ran back around the corner. Billy took off
through the woods quicker than he had ever run before, he did not know what else
to do.
Feeling that he was doing the right thing he went to the police station and
gave back all the money that he had made from the fires. He also turned himself
in.
"Billy do you know what this means?" Asked the chief of police Sergeant
Bilks.
"No, what's gonna happen to me?"
"Well Billy depending on what the jury's gonna say, you could face capital
punishment. But until then I'm afraid were gonna have to keep you in a cell."
"But officer that's not fair." Pleaded Billy.
"Sorry Billy, sometimes life's not fair."
Life may be confusing to you when your job is to commit arson to any house
that he go see if anyone needed help. He drove around the area but saw nothing
What could he offer to someone to earn a living? Finally, he came to a small
to get them himself. He sold items to fisherman at very low prices but he was determined
himself 90% of the day until he was and adult. He had to work twice as hard as most
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hid in the woods. We know now that he was consumed by his grief about
job. He owns very little material goods but has an insatiable appetite for luxury and
money and a life full of luxuries. He fell deeply in love with the young
denied paternity of his daughter Lisa for years. She and her mother ended up living on welfare.”
work on his family farm. His mother then sent him back to school so that he could
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