Twelve
The fire chief turned out to be an imposing black-haired giant of a man who explained that without his previous experience in big city fire departments, he never would have recognized the signs of a detonation.
“Pissed anyone off lately?” he asked Tristan.
“Well, sure. I just pissed off the entire fishing community, and then there’s Trixie, she’s generally ticked off at me. My crew, because it took me some time to get back to fishing this summer. The rest of the Dutch Harbor fleet because even though we got started late, we kicked ass. Toni usually has some kind of beef with me.”
Darius dug a hand into his hair. “Enough. Sounds like you’ve been pissing people off your entire life but no one’s tried to blow up your truck before.” He turned to Lulu, who wanted to shrink away from
