There was nothing to be done for the blood-splattered room where used needles and traces of human excrement littered the floor other than a swift inferno. It might hinder Officer McGrady’s murder investigation, but what was one Wall Street Trader who probably deserved it versus removing an eye-sore from his beat? Besides, he’d be the one in charge of investigating why the building the body of his vic was found in went up in flames. That made the decision to douse the place in petrol and throw on a match quite easy. He then went for coffee.