CHAPTER EIGHT
KENNEDY
“At least we’re not being shot at,” Hayes said.
I grinned at him as we both held the handles of a backboard, carrying a fake car accident victim to a waiting ambulance. It was a week after our mission in Mexico, and we were back in Sparks doing some community service. It was a Saturday morning interagency emergency response training. That meant there were several different fake accidents happening at once, so different departments learned to work smoothly together and ensure everyone’s skills were fresh in case something real came up. We all wanted to be prepared. It wasn’t just the motto for the Boy Scouts.
Quincy and Ford were working with Indi and mountain rescue to track, helping to retrieve pretend lost and injured hikers and bring them back to town by helico
