“Bro, the time has come,” Josh announced. Wearing a loose leather jacket and his favorite bear-tooth thong pendant, he tossed the buggie keys in the air, then caught the key ring on his index finger. “We’re going to Barstow’s Brews and we’re getting shitfaced.”
“Can’t. I have to get this email off to Boise.” The National Interagency Fire Center in Idaho was responsible for sending fire crews where they were needed. With the fire season coming up fast, they’d been checking on his progress.
“No.” Josh actually grabbed him by the upper arm and hauled him to his feet. “It’s nine o’clock on a f*****g Friday night. Boise can wait. You know what else I’d like to know? Who the hell decided Boise, Idaho, ought to be the center of the wildfire universe? Have you ever been there?”
“No.” As he pass
