Chapter Twenty-Six
Madison
It was day three of Graham being gone, and I wanted an update. I loved updates. But I didn’t think hotshot firefighting in the middle of the wilderness was the kind of job where updates were provided on the regular.
There was no reception where they were. I had tried, oh-so-casually, to gather information during my now daily stops at Firehouse Café. I was working, and I loved my job so far. Gratefully, that kept me busy, and it meant I didn’t have to panic about money anymore, so I wasn’t forced to ration my social trips to town.
My reconnaissance at the coffee shop had given me little nuggets of information. Graham was the superintendent of his crew, and they were fighting a fire that was a good hour away as the crow flew. Maisie knew everything because she
