10
MEGAN
“Did you finish with the paperwork for the revised parade route?” Mary asked.
I looked up from my work and glanced at Dan. We swiveled in unison toward the office manager who was at her desk by the station’s lobby. Fortunately, it was a quiet Saturday, and we hadn’t left the station for more than assisting the volunteer fire department with motor vehicle accident training. They’d used a totaled car to practice the jaws of life and other tools that were used on actual scenes. Dan and I led the incident command for it and flagged in a helicopter in a nearby field.
Ford Ledger had purchased–yup, actually bought–a helicopter for the security company he operated. I wasn’t exactly sure what he needed a chopper for in rural Montana, but he’d volunteered it, along with the services of
