Chapter Two
Parker toweled his damp hair before tossing the scrap of terry cloth into a pile on the locker room floor. A shower often helped take the edge off the adrenaline surge that inevitably came after a job. It didn’t matter how beat he and the other guys were. If they weren’t injured, there was always a period of up, before the inevitable crash into exhaustion and mindless sleep.
He left the locker room and headed to the rec room in search of his team. The place smelled like chlorine, sweat, and adrenaline. Parker chuckled. They were living the firefighter’s dream here in Hutchinson. At least the Y had showers. The forest fire he’d worked in Wyoming last summer was so remote, they’d had to make do with tents and latrines. It had taken a week to wash out the stench of sweat and smo
