Chapter Eighteen
She grabbed the dog along with her leash and harness, lifting the corgi with some difficulty, and stumbled out the back door and around the side of the house to the front.
Her horror turned into relief as Ramsay swung into the driveway in his police cruiser. He didn’t even close the driver’s door as he jumped out of the car and sprinted toward Beatrice a lot faster than she’d thought he could move. “I need the fire department here,” he yelled into his two-way radio.
“Beatrice, you okay? Good—get back. Way back.” He grabbed the garden hose from the side of the house and sprayed the flames. Beatrice heard sirens approaching as she carefully put Noo-noo into her harness and leash.
As soon as the firefighters started attacking the fire, they dispensed with it quickly. Ra
