People's heads turned at his wail. Neighbours looked at him in pity.
Stephan ran towards the building, and as he got closer, he saw it.
That white sheet.
Covering a body.
"No," he said, rushing over, "No no no no no."
Kyle arrived then, and watched as his spouse ran unsteadily towards the body.
Kyle clenched his teeth and gripped the handlebar of the bike so tightly that his knuckles went white. As much as he wanted to go over and comfort him, he could not. As much as he wanted to offer his help to pick up the kids, he could not.
While everyone was busy and distracted by the grieving man and burnt house, Kyle slipped to the letterbox at the gate.
The letterbox was built into the wall that the front gate was attached to. Kyle opened the letterbox from the inside of the house, and reached up.
The thumbdrive was taped to the side of the letterbox, just as it reached the ceiling.
