Chapter Four
Graham
Six hours earlier
I walked down the hallway at Willow Brook Fire & Rescue. I passed an office, slowing when I heard someone call my name. Taking a few steps back, I peered through the doorway.
“Hey, man,” Cade Masters said from where he sat at a small round table with Beck Steele and Levi Phillips.
Cade was a superintendent for one of the hotshot crews here, and Beck and Levi were also hotshot firefighters. I’d known them all for years, seeing as I’d grown up in the area. I’d started here as a town firefighter and recently taken the position as superintendent on the new expansion hotshot crew.
“What’s up?” I asked, leaning my shoulder inside the doorframe.
“Just wondering how your trip went. Any trouble picking up that equipment?” Cade asked.
“Nope. No problem.
