sets film on fire

I ignored the question. "What are you going to do with the film, Donny?"
He shrugged. "Trash it, probably." I saw his eyes flick from side to side, and I knew that he was lying to me. He'd keep the film, find out who was in the pictures, and if he thought he could get away with it, he'd try to weasel whatever profit he could out of it. He seemed the type, and I trusted my instincts.
"Allow me," I said, and snapped my fingers. "Fuego."
The canister's grey lid flew off in a little whoosh of flame, and Donny Wise yelped, drawing his hand back sharply. The red canister burst into flame on its way to the ground and landed there in a crumpled, smoking lump.
He stared at the film, then up at me, his mouth gaping.


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