The sound Mick makes into his beer is both bitter and angry. Chances are he'll go out and find a fight later, work off the excess energy building up beneath his chest at questions like that. Questions that they both would have known the answer to years ago.

"Same as you. It ain't trouble if people don't find out about it."

So who cares if a few ancient warehouses go up in flames or a few unoccupied houses are sacrificed to his ever growing obsession with fire?

A sidelong glance. "You?"