Five firefighters poured into the bakery from the front door.
A key jiggled at the back door, unlocking it.
Pelican Bay might have been a small town full of gossips, but the emergency response time hit off the charts.
The back door flew open and five former SEALs wearing matching black polo shirts filed in one by one.
I stared, getting a nice peek at all the muscles on display. The city had to be putting something in the water. Smoke continued to fill the room, the smell seeping into my clothing and hair. The rich smoky scent reminded me of Christmas at my grandmother's house. She wasn't a skilled cook, either.
Tabitha stood at the swinging metal doors with pursed lips. "Oops."
Anessa turned from the oven and with a flick of her wrist dropped a burning ball of goo on the metal is
