Chapter Twenty-Three
Donovan
The morning at the station was quiet. Our crew, having just returned from a rotation out in the backcountry, was responding to local calls. The local crew was handling a controlled burn nearby.
I did some work in the garage, walking Emily through how to change the oil on one of the trucks. She was a blast to have around the station with her purple hair and her attitude. When lunch rolled around, I offered to go to Firehouse Café for everyone and pick up pizza on the way back for the crew. Of course, no one said no. Within minutes, I pulled up in front of Firehouse Café.
Stepping into the café, I scanned the room, finding a lucky pause in the action. While the tables were full, there was no one waiting at the counter as Janet handed over a coffee to someone.
