The Arsonist

　　Irena's POV

　　Carlos dropped me off at the airport where I took a plane straight for Mexico.

　　It was the longest forty-five minutes I've ever experienced, way too much time to think, I wondered if the staff was okay, how much damage had been done, how much I had lost, how much snooping the police were doing but most of all I wondered how all of this tied into everything that had been happening.

　　"Could this be the work of my mystery caller?" I mouthed softly to myself in a calculative manner as we landed at the airport.

　　I couldn't get out of there fast enough, so I bombarded my way through the customs officials compelling anyone in my way until I got to the other side where Pablo was waiting for me.

　　Pablo was a short brown man with a strange mustache and black hair.

　　He always seemed to be wearing khakis and a Hawaiian shirt which is odd seeing as he's a branch manager for one of the most prestigious and expensive clubs on the planet, it's not like he's not paid handsomely.

　　"Miss Ursula it's been so long, I wish it was under better circumstances but alas it is not, we must hurry, I'll take you to my car, vamos!" He said in that very distinct Pablo style of speech, he was always a fast talker made faster still by the urgency of the situation at hand.

　　We got to where he was parked and damn, I could see where all the money went, he was always a Motorhead, very much into machines and vehicles and gears, nuts, and bolts that kinda stuff, just like Carlos.

　　So it was no surprise that he was rolling around in such a beautiful vehicle.

　　I must've been wearing my thoughts on my face causing Pablo to remark and giving him an excuse to talk about his 'baby'.

　　"You like it?" He asked eagerly and excitedly in his pronounced Mexican accent as we got into the admittedly impressive vehicle.

　　"1966 Shelby Cobra 427 AKA the Super Snake," he continued with glee in his eyes.

　　"It's a lovely car Pablo, but the only thing I care about is getting to my club as quickly as possible so I can assess the damage and get to the bottom of this mishap so on that note, how fast can this thing really go?" I responded ferociously, cutting him off from his rant before he could even start.

　　He smirked a little and that gave me the feeling he was hoping I'd say that.

　　He put the car in gear and zoomed off towards Sodom City.

　　We didn't say much to each other on the drive there, but it was nice to see he wasn't panicking as much as when he first called to report the incident.

　　That was at least a bit refreshing.

　　We arrived at the club in record time thanks to how fast Pablo had driven. The last of the smoke had begun to clear out and sadly, it was a horrible sight.

　　There was barely anything left, there were casualties and even a few fatalities.

　　There were ambulances and firetrucks still about and the police were still questioning people in the area.

　　"Look at this mess," I said in a shocked and disappointed tone as it began to set in that I had just lost one of the establishments I worked so hard to build up, I was pissed.

　　"The bastard that did this will suffer for it!" I said to myself in a hushed and aggressive tone as Pablo leaves to go talk to some of the police.

　　I stepped through the police barricades into the wreckage where my club once stood to take it all in, it was all gone and only ashes and rubble remained.

　　I stepped back out to do some questioning and investigating of my own but no one seemed to know anything, they were all at their stations when the fire happened and it was too late before they even knew it.

　　And then I spoke to Mia, a call girl who worked nights at the club.

　　"I went outside for a smoke break and that's when I saw them sneak in, they took out the guards and went into the club and came out a few moments later before getting into their car and driving away, that's when the building caught fire, I'm so sorry Miss Ursula. I was scared, they had taken out like five of the toughest guys I knew so I just hid here and watched, I'm really sorry, I wish I could've done something, I wish I did do something." Mia apologized extensively as she started to break down and I could tell she was genuinely distraught over the whole thing, maybe she lost someone too.

　　"It's okay, you've done everything you can by telling me about it now. You seem a bit more distressed than I would expect, is there something you're not telling me?" I inquired as I tried to keep her calm and comfortable.

　　" One of those tough guys they took out was my boyfriend Robbie, four years we've been together and now he's gone," she was visibly distraught as her voice shook and began to break and she began to quietly tear up.

　　"Be strong Mia, for Robbie's sake, and I swear the people that did this to him will pay, but I'll need a little more from you Mia," I spoke in a slow and calm but reassuring voice and I could tell I was getting through to her.

　　"I need you to tell me what else you remember, did they say anything, what did they look like, anything at all?" I inquired hoping for a lead of some sort no matter how slim.

　　"Yeah, they mentioned that someone who had a name that started with a 'P' that's all I could make out," she explained.

　　P, so they were under orders, maybe even paid.

　　It's a start.

　　"Is there anything else you can tell me, Mia?" I pressed hoping she would remember something.

　　"One of them drove away in a separate car!" She said suddenly remembering as her face lit up in realization.

　　"Can you tell me what kind of car it was?" I inquired curiously.

　　"Yeah, it was a neon green Ford Mustang, I got part of the license plate, F60TM," an easily identifiable neon green muscle car as a getaway vehicle after arson sabotage, so I know I'm looking for an idiot.

　　"Thank you, Mia, this has been very helpful, really, and I promise you'll be back on your feet again, I'll make sure of it, oh and one more thing, I know you already know this, but just for clarity, this conversation shouldn't reach the police and be sure to remind everyone else," I warned as I turned away with a lead in my investigation, now to find the idiot in the Neon Green Mustang.

　　"Miss Ursula, we have a few questions for you, would you mind joining us at the station?" I turned around to find a policeman in street clothes who must be a detective.

　　" I'm Detective Garcia of the Arsene department, we have reason to believe that the fire in your club was no accident but rather a targeted and carefully planned out attack and it would be really helpful to our investigation if you could come down to the station so we can take down your statement." I really wasn't in the mood for this and very nearly compelled him to go off somewhere and stuff his face full of donuts but then I realized that going down to the station would actually be useful to me.

　　So I hopped into the car with detective Garcia. We arrived at the station and I got situated in an interrogation room where I waited a bit before Detective Garcia came back with someone else.

　　"Sorry to keep you waiting Miss, this is my partner, Detective Iglesias." He introduced the taller man who spotted a clean shaved head and a full beard.

　　"Good evening Miss Ursula, so let's get right to it then shall we?" Detective Iglesias suggested.

　　" Do you know anyone that would want to cause you harm?" He asked, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table.

　　"Have you received any threatening calls of late?" Garcia asked immediately after. I thought this shit should be one at a time? Anyways.

　　"No officer, nothing of the sort," I answered. Lying is what we Vampires do best, I can't afford to let them get involved.

　　"Miss Ursula, did you burn down your club to claim the insurance money? High-class lady like you, possibly had a string of bad investments and you're now going broke but you couldn't imagine living that peasant life, and then the bright idea hit you, you probably thought you've been paying all this insurance for so long, maybe it's time to collect on that," Iglesias speculated in a dumb sense.

　　The suggestion was completely preposterous and practically laughable, I'd have felt insulted but I guessed he was just being thorough, this was his job after all.

　　All the same, I had had enough of their questions, it was time to get down to why I was here.

　　"Officers, listen closely," I ordered as I beckoned them closer with my powers of persuasion.

　　"Yes Ma'am" they responded in unison.

　　"I need you to run ownership details for the vehicle I'll describe to you through your systems and find it for me, is that clear boys?" I ordered.

　　"Yes Ma'am," they answered again, in unison.

　　" Good then get on it," I commanded.

　　They pulled out a computer and got to work looking for the idiot in the neon green mustang.

　　"Found something!" Garcia exclaimed after a mere few seconds on the computer, I was honestly kind of impressed.

　　"What do you have?"

　　"A vehicle matching the description of the neon green mustang as well as a match on the partial plates of a similar car was reported stolen just three days ago," he reported, reading off the screen of the computer.

　　" Wow, a stolen neon green muscle car, he's an even bigger idiot than I thought, this arsonist," I cursed under my breath with gritted teeth.

　　Just then a report came in from the police radio.

　　" Possible sighting of a neon green Ford Mustang license plate number F60TM at the El Luchadore club over at the de'ville de touro district, any units in the area?"

　　Looks like I'll find out the answer to that question.

　　Who is this idiot Arsonist?