I always thought we were doing the right thing. Taking out those who’ve wronged others.

Every week I’d be given a list, seven names, seven deaths, a death a day if you’re following the maths.

They were all the same, men who had hurt people. Murderers who got away with it, assaulters, and perverts.

I asked no questions, just followed the name, address, and trusted the brief description.

Until today where I find myself standing in the bedroom of a scared seven year old boy.

His description read.

Oliver Redrick - 44 Tippleton Ave. (Arsonist).

I quizzed Oliver on his behaviour and it turns out he accidentally set fire to his neighbours’ shed. Upon some quick digging I found that his neighbour is my boss’ sister.

This wasn’t taking out the rubbish.

This was pathetic, and I want nothing to do with it anymore and if that means I make a colleague’s list next week so on my head be it.