He left the final preparations until the night he would send his message.
It had been over a year since the shop owner had ripped him off. Hard earned cash just went up in smoke. The item was faulty. No warranty given. The shopkeeper almost laughed in his face. Most people would have regarded it as a minor incident, soon forgotten. The man currently stooped over, looking at the sequence of wiring through a lighted magnifying glass, didn’t see it that way. It had festered with him. As it was, a full twelve months had gone by. No one would see the connection.
He found what he needed on a website. It had taken some time to source and acquire the blocks of C-4 and detonators. Now, he was almost finished. “Blue to here, red to there,” he was whispering. So many things to remember. The instructions were clear enough. He just needed to take it one step at a time. He would make sure that nobody comes to any harm. He wasn’t a killer. No, he just wanted to put the guy out of business. Even if it’s only for a short time. He’d be happy with that.
He was setting the timer for one hour. Fifteen minutes to drive there. He knew where the best window was; no time at all placing it, then fifteen minutes back. With the timer set, he activated it.
Everyone in the street heard the explosion.
He’d never really got the hang of daylight saving.