Chapter 25: Chief Darren Dawe
29 Marlin Street
Firehouse Number 7
2:41 P.M.
I thought Chief Darren Dawe eccentric with his horn-rimmed glasses and red suspenders.
Chief Dawe’s office looked immaculate and without a speck of dust. Some people believed that he had feared germs or suffered from OCD. Truth about the matter: Chief Dawe simply liked a clean and clutter-free office, the way he felt that every business office should be.
I sat down across from his desk, making myself at home.
“This is an unexpected visit, Axle,” he said, holding a green Sharpie Smear Guard highlighter between two fingers.
“I’m sorry to stop unannounced, but I was hoping you could help me.”
“Hope is illogical,” he said, staring at me with a raised eyebrow. “Many people fail to accomplish what they want to a
