Chapter Twelve
Caleb
Early that afternoon, I pushed through the swinging door between the fire station and the police station. Willow Brook Fire & Rescue was smack in the middle of downtown on Main Street. After my lazy morning with Ella, I’d headed into the station to respond to a local fire. In the off-season as a hotshot firefighter, we were still on duty for local fires and could still be called out to anywhere across Alaska if we were needed, but the summer season was the busiest time of year for us. My plan to talk to Rex right away had been put off while we dealt with the fire. No shock, but it was a woodstove chimney fire. Every fall, people started using their woodstoves, many not bothering to clean the stove pipe chimney. Leftover build up from the winter before, or debris left
