Chapter 67
Chapter Sixty Seven: — FOUR MINUTES LATER Dan Brigman hit the front door of the county office with what felt like half the town behind him. He’d called 9-1-1 as he’d run to his car. Pearly answered on the third ring. He barely gave her time to say hello, yelling, “Get the fire department and an ambulance headed toward my office. Now!” He’d dropped the phone in his shirt pocket and shot out of his drive. Sirens blaring, he’d hit ninety by the time he pulled onto the main road and didn’t slow down until he saw his office. As he ran up the steps, the fire truck that had only three blocks to travel was pulling up. “Stay here,” he yelled at the firemen. “Don’t let anyone in until I give the order. We may be dealing with an active shooter.” Dan had no idea what he would face. Dakota had said
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