Chapter 28
THE BRIGHT yellow fire truck roared down the empty Main Street, lights and sirens flashing.
I tailgated, fuming with impatience but unwilling to try to swoop the heavy cruiser around the even heavier fire truck. If we’d had half a mile of straightaway, the cruiser could have eaten the road, but on this short stretch I’d only cut off the truck and slow it down.
The fire was on Ceren’s street, on her block. Not necessarily our home.
If Ceren’s home was on fire, the fire truck needed to beat us there. They didn’t need me at all.
Unless Ceren and Alice had come home early.
If her home really was the one on fire.
That truck was too damn slow.
I clenched the steering wheel, grinding my teeth, as the fire truck pulled into the far lane to make a broad swinging turn onto Olinger
