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Boyd Crowder had a keen business sense, an unerring ability to read the people around him, and a knack for explosives. But at the moment, he was staring down at the tangle of cords, sure he was missing something.
"Ava, baby, are you sure these plug in here?" he called into the next room.
"Uh huh," she called back. "Worked fine last year."
"Well, if you're sure," Boyd said, then added, under his breath, "Fire in the hole!" He stuck the old brown plug into the outlet.
A spark traveled up the strand of lights. The tree burst into flames.