The Outhouse Arsonist -
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Bert had mapped out the nearly
thirty arson hits. He found a
systematic randomness, and two
likely potential targets. Bert did a
bit of reconnaissance. If his
theory was correct, the Doc was
becoming more brazen and
escalating his level of
destruction. Both possible
targets were in densely populated
residential areas with the
potential for great property
damage and even the potential
for loss of life. This was serious.
This was no bathroom joke!
This port-a-potty foreman was no
stooly, but he had information to
share. Information about a
strange fellow hanging about, a
strange bespectacled fellow with
a funny little smile.
Alright then! Tomorrow we're on
to Doc's place!
It was dusk at the Doc's place,
and all was quiet. The house was
quiet. It was devoid of activity.
The blinds were drawn, and a
lone interior light illuminated. An
old, silver Camry was in the drive.
The dog sniffed the air. Both Bert
and the dog knew; it was dirty
space, someone with an
unethical cloud lived here.
thirty arson hits. He found a
systematic randomness, and two
likely potential targets. Bert did a
bit of reconnaissance. If his
theory was correct, the Doc was
becoming more brazen and
escalating his level of
destruction. Both possible
targets were in densely populated
residential areas with the
potential for great property
damage and even the potential
for loss of life. This was serious.
This was no bathroom joke!
This port-a-potty foreman was no
stooly, but he had information to
share. Information about a
strange fellow hanging about, a
strange bespectacled fellow with
a funny little smile.
Alright then! Tomorrow we're on
to Doc's place!
It was dusk at the Doc's place,
and all was quiet. The house was
quiet. It was devoid of activity.
The blinds were drawn, and a
lone interior light illuminated. An
old, silver Camry was in the drive.
The dog sniffed the air. Both Bert
and the dog knew; it was dirty
space, someone with an
unethical cloud lived here.
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Bert put a loose tail on the Doc. The Doc drove from
his modest row-house in the Sunset, and on in to the
trendy North Beach neighborhood. He took Powell
St. North, and on toward the waterfront. He doubled
back continuing down a side street, and ending up
on Marina. He stopped behind an up-scale, multi-
story remodel. The same remodel Bert had visited
earlier. This up and coming mansion had not one,
but TWO port-a-potties! Doc had become more
brazen! He approached this target in full daylight!
3:45 a.m. There was action. The Doc emerged. He was of small stature, and
bespectacled. He didn't look like a man who spent an inordinate amount of time
in the dark. He looked pedestrian, tame, like a bookkeeper. His somber demeanor
belied a storm within. The Doc's mind was an ever expanding chaos.
The Doc stooped crookedly as he put a duffel and a gas can into the trunk of the
sedan. He entered the sedan and departed. The Doc drove around the City for
hours, with no apparent destination. Bert thought maybe his theory was wrong....
It was past dawn, and the Doc still drove....
bespectacled. He didn't look like a man who spent an inordinate amount of time
in the dark. He looked pedestrian, tame, like a bookkeeper. His somber demeanor
belied a storm within. The Doc's mind was an ever expanding chaos.
The Doc stooped crookedly as he put a duffel and a gas can into the trunk of the
sedan. He entered the sedan and departed. The Doc drove around the City for
hours, with no apparent destination. Bert thought maybe his theory was wrong....
It was past dawn, and the Doc still drove....