Chapter Six
Russell
“Herman's in a tree. Again.” Maisie’s eyes twinkled as she looked at me from where she sat at the reception desk. She covered dispatch and functioned as the control center for both the police and fire crews.
“Of course he is. That happens on the regular,” I replied. We were discussing Herman, the cat that belonged to Carrie Dodge, an elderly woman who called over for cat rescues whenever Herman and her younger cat got themselves into a fix. “Isn't he getting old?” I mused.
Maisie shrugged. “I’m sure he is, which means he's probably half-blind.”
I dipped my chin in agreement. “True. Where's the town crew?”
“They're out dealing with a fire. That's why I'm asking you,” Maisie explained.
Graham appeared in the front and heard the tail end of our conversation. “I aske
