Chelsea rolled her eyes as she entered the room. Planting a kiss on both of their heads, she plopped into a chair. She grabbed a donut from the box. “Can we get down to business?”
Jake squeezed her hand. “We have a disaster plan to implement.”
Just then Jake’s pager went off. “Biggin Hill Police Department to Unit 37, you have a fully-involved structure fire at the first aid building.”
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Jake tramped through the rubble that had been Biggin Hill’s First Aid Squad Building. Footsteps behind him made him turn. Brad stared where the office stood just the day before.
“It started here,” Jake said. He still couldn’t believe this. And he already knew it had been set. How stupid could Tim be?
Brad nodded then flipped up the visor on his helmet. He looked skyward. “She’s going to be crushed.”
Jake knew who he meant. He took off his helmet and wiped a gloved hand across his forehead. It’d taken three hours and two fire companies to put out the blaze. “She isn’t here?”