Chapter Fourteen
Cade
I walked into the Willow Brook Fire Station and up to the reception desk where a young woman was on the phone. I’d never seen her before. Before I’d left for my hot shot training, I’d volunteered here regularly. Carol Rogers had been the nerve center of the dispatch here back then and for as long as I could remember. She’d passed away about a year ago, and I’d been sad to find out I was too late to make it to her funeral. I’d been out in the field dealing with a dangerous fire in the Sierra Mountains at the time. Carol had been like a grandmother to me, along with many of the firefighters who passed through here.
The young woman who appeared to be her replacement had curly brown hair barely tamed into a ponytail and wide brown eyes. She finished her call and looked
