Chapter 2“s**t. s**t. s**t,” Joshua muttered under his breath. He hurried down the sidewalk, not taking the time he usually did to admire the architecture in this older part of town. He hadn’t meant to run late, but their last callout had been a real b***h. Literally.
Drunken, disorderly, and self-abusing did not an easy call make. At least the cops showed up to handle things once they got her patched up, otherwise he would have been stuck on scene. Neither of their departments had the resources to deal with such an obvious mental health crisis, but they did their best. Joshua pushed his way past the two teens shuffling at a speed molasses would be proud of and stepped his pace up to a half jog the last block.
The bakery was in an up-and-coming part of the old downtown, squished between
