“His mother set a house on fire with her own damn son inside?” Capri hollered, trying to keep her attention between me and the highway. “Yes. The first cocktail was the room that he was staying in. I don’t know if that was a coincidence or not. I also know that Quasim never let that woman in his home, so how would she know where to throw it?”
attempting to kill your own son in a house fire is something a sociopath would do
