Chapter 27
FRAYVILLE’S FIRE station loomed between the police station and city hall, a wonderful central location right across the big park from Paul Fournier Elementary. From there, a fire truck could reach anywhere in town within minutes of a call.
Too bad all the phones were down.
Frayville’s surviving fireman and his apprentice had moved to the First Baptist Church which, although lacking firehouse amenities like a big garage or the traditional pole, did have a tall steeple and a belfry large enough for a comfortable lookout. Fred Pearson and his apprentice, Harry whatever-his-name-was, took turns keeping watch over Frayville.
I pulled the cruiser into the church lot and rolled to the edge of the steps, right next to the gleaming yellow, small rig. Frayville had a larger response v
