Flash fiction #4

I could smell the gas, bleeding through the pipes. I shudder to think that this entire neighborhood could become nonexistent in minutes. The right thing will be to tell them to leave, but if we did, he could make good his promise and ignite us all the same. I waited for the call. The pay phone rang, just as he had said; on the hour, every hour.
“Hello, this is detective Charles speaking, is this…?”

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