Jake frantically searched his mind for any feasible explanation for his pager ending up here. He couldn’t grasp any.
Then it came to him. Someone must have planted it.
He heard a crunch behind him. “Damn, how come I always find the dead cats?”
Jake chuckled with the rest of the crew, not revealing his finding. The group traversed the shop, but didn’t see anything else burning.
No one else occupied the building when a flame shot up in front of Jake. Smoke filled his lungs. Coughing violently he sprayed at the fire before him.
Another firefighter appeared and helped him get the situation under control.
“You okay?”
Jake coughed, but held up his thumb to indicate he was fine. Still gagging, he dropped his Indian tank by the truck and went to find the ambulance.
Chelsea stood in shorts and tank top, barking orders to her crew. Several firefighters were lounging under a tent sipping water.
“Chels,” he coughed out.