Maureen sat in her camp chair, her mason jar of whiskey in her hand as she stared out at the water, waiting for the fireworks to go off. Grudgingly, she had to admit, Josh did an amazing job of putting his festival together. The entire community, including the Para-Force team, had spent the next few days cleaning the area up, fixing the warehouse they had ripped apart, and replacing the windows that Colton had shattered. Of course, Kacey and a couple of the others had hauled the missiles away. Where to, no one knew. That part made her a little nervous. Those were weapons that, in the wrong hands, could abolish an entire group. Something like that needed to be destroyed, not stored away.
She glanced to her side to see John sitting there, sipping his coffee as he held her hand. He had sat w
