The firefighters didnt have to be asked twice. They tromped down the stairs in a hungry stampede. But before they could sit down, the alarm sounded. And before theyd even climbed into their turnout gear, a second alarm went out.
Sounds big, Tony said, pushing thoughts of Julie out of his mind for the moment. Another dose of adrenaline surged through his body. He was on the ladder truck today with Ethan, the captain and Jim Peterson. He hadnt been to many big fires, and just the thought of descending on a big conflagration got him as excited as a young kid at an amusement park.
This one was big, too. It was at a run-down auto-body shop, which meant gasoline, oilpotential explosions.
IC to Ladder 59, came the incident commanders voice over the radio. Need yall on the B side of the building on ventilation. Start getting those walls down, if you can.
Captain Campeon, on the ladder truck, abruptly ordered a change of direction, and the truck turned down a side street, raced through an alley and parked in a vacant lot just behind the burning building. Tony chugged the remainder of a bottle of water. On a hot day like today, it paid to stay hydrated.
Grab your tools, rookies, Campeon ordered. Tony did as he was told, collecting an ax and a pike pole. Then he took up a position at veteran Jim Petersons elbow. That was his only assignmentstick to Peterson like bubblegum. The hot August sun would roast him alive inside his turnout gear if he stood out in it for long.
Basque, Campeon barked, get a ladder up to that roof. Peterson, Veracruz, get the window.
The window was barred, but it was easy enough to break the glass using their pikes. As soon as they did, smoke poured out and that was when they heard a dog howling inside.
Tony hated the thought of a helpless animal dying in a fire. Normally, firefighters would rescue pets if it was possible to do so without dramatically endangering themselves.
Hell, lets see if we can get to him, Peterson said. The back door was solid-core steel, but the walls were thin corrugated tin. Tony whacked at the wall with his ax and then Peterson yanked at it until they had an opening.
Ladder 59 to IC, theres a dog inside. Request permission to enter and try to get him out. Not much fire back here.
Affirmative, Ladder 59.
Ill go first, Peterson said to Tony, pulling on his air mask as he set one leg through the jagged opening.
With his own breathing mask in place, Tony climbed in right after Peterson.
Theyd no sooner gotten inside than a blur of brown fur rushed at them. It flew through the air and latched on to Jim Petersons arm, growling furiously. The dog, a pit bull mix, wasnt huge, but it was determined.
Peterson fell back on his butt, cursing wildly. Get this damn thing off me!
Tony gave the dog a kick. And when that didnt dislodge it, he prodded it firmly with the flat side of his ax. He didnt want to kill the creature, but he didnt want it to maim his superior, either.
The dog remained firmly attached.
Ladder 59 to IC, Tony said into his radio, trying not to sound panicked. We need some water back here, fast!
But the call for help was unnecessary; two men were already approaching with a hose. They saw the situation for what it was and blasted the dog with a hard stream of water.
The spray nearly drowned Peterson, but the dog let go. It leaped through the makeshift door and was gone. Tony had never seen a dog run that fast.
You okay, Jim? Tony asked, helping Peterson to his feet.
No. Damn dog has sharp teeth and the jaws of death.
Just as they were emerging through the opening in the wall, an air horn sounded, the signal to evacuate the building. It was too dangerous to remain. Tony was surprised: the building hadnt looked all that bad inside.
An ambulance had already pulled around to the vacant lot in back as Peterson and Tony emerged. Peterson yanked off his mask, his face tightened in pain. Tony couldnt see any blooduntil Peterson took off his coat.
His arm was a mess.
Once the paramedics took over, Tony located Ethan and Captain Campeon. They were as baffled as he was about why theyd been told to clear the building. The fire seemed to be under control.
A few moments later, however, they found out why.
Two incendiary devices had been found at opposite ends of the structure and one on the roof. By now, everyone knew what to look for; this was unmistakably the work of their serial arsonist. Planting a vicious attack dog on the scene was his latest trick to inflict bodily damage on firefighters. Not as showy as the deadly warehouse fire, in which the roof had been rigged to collapse, but still clever and mean. And there was no guarantee he hadnt planted other booby traps inside. At the previous fire hed set a pipe bomb that fortunately hadnt detonated.
A fire marshals Suburban showed up as Tony and Ethan cleaned and loaded their tools, talking in hushed voices about the arsonist. Captain Roark Epperson, lead investigator on the case, stepped out, his face grim.
Tony knew Epperson from the training academy; hed been an instructor there. He also knew Epperson from hanging out at Bradys Tavern. Theyd crossed swords over the shuffleboard table a few times.
The ambulance took Peterson to the hospital for stitches and a shot of antibiotics, so Tony took the rare opportunity to sit beside the captain.
Eppersons gotta be taking this hard, Campeon said as he pulled their truck out of the alley. They drove slowly past the front of the building. Roark was standing in the street, talking to one of the remaining firefighters. Hey, is that Priscilla hes talking to?
Yeah, Tony and Ethan said together. Priscilla had been riding on the engine.
How does he know her?
He was our arson instructor at the academy, Tony answered. And weve run into him a few times at Bradys.
Campeon snorted. Bradys. Damn shame. That niece has no idea the disservice shes doing to the community by destroying that bar. He turned to Tony. Didnt I hear you were doing something about that, Romeo?
Hes flakin out on us, Ethan said. He struck out once, so hes not even gonna try again.
I didnt say that, Tony argued. In truth, he was still making up his mind.
You gotta try, Campeon said, showing a rare degree of humanity. Normally he remained stoic and stone-faced no matter was going on around him. You gotta get through to her. A tearoom? Holy cripes.
All right, Tony would do itfor Bradys. After all, his captain had just given him an order, right? He would seduce Julie Polk. He would pretend he wanted to help her get her tearoom open, but while he was doing it he would share stories about Bradys that would appeal to her sentimentality. He would use every strategy he could think of to get her to change her mind.
Most importantly, he would not fall in love with her. He would not set himself up for more heartbreak.
Chapter Three
Julie was afraid this time shed bitten off more than she could chew. In her zeal to maximize profits from the liquidation of her uncles estate, shed decided an auction was the way to go. Shed done her research and estimated the value of most of the collectibles, putting a reserve price on anything really worthwhile so it wouldnt walk out the door for nothing. Then shed hired an auctioneer, picked a date and paid for an expensive display ad in the newspaper as well as in a local antiques-and-collectibles weekly.
The auction was two days awayand the bar was still a wreck. Shed had every intention of getting in here and cleaning things so that the items would fetch the highest prices. Shed also planned to get a ladder and take down the tin ceilingeach panel was worth at least ten bucks. But shed ended up staying home to care for her dad for a couple of days instead when the woman who regularly looked in on him developed a cold. Since Julie had been living back at home for several weeks, shed felt it was the least she could do. Otherwise her mom would have had to miss work.
Now her dads caregiver was back, but Julie was so far behind she knew shed never catch up. She had a dozen different cleaning products, a bucket full of old rags and not nearly enough time or elbow grease to do the job. Belinda, working double shifts at her summer waitress job this week, wasnt available.
Well, nothing for Julie to do but jump into the project and get as much done as she could. Shed found an old ladder in a back closet. She could take down at least one of the ceiling panels and shine it up so bidders could get a good look at the intricate pressed pattern.
She climbed the rungs and balanced herself precariously at the top. With a screwdriver and a hammer she tried to pry one of the tiles loose, but theyd been up there for almost a hundred years and they werent coming down easily.
Finally she managed to get the hammers claw wedged under one corner. She pried with all her strength but got nowhere.
The front door opened and a shaft of morning sun cut through the bars dusty interior. Belatedly, Julie realized she should have locked the door behind her. This part of Oak Cliff wasnt a hotbed of violent crime, but a girl couldnt be too careful.
A man stepped inside, silhouetted in the doorway, and for a few moments Julie couldnt see his features. Then she recognized the broad shoulders, that muscular chest, the dominating presence. She took in a deep breath. It was Tony.
Even as shed teemed with ideas for Belindas tearoom, making lists and budgets and plans, Tony Veracruz had never been far from her thoughts. And at night when she couldnt sleepand these days, she never could sleephe invaded her fantasies.
Shed told herself it was harmless to imagine what he looked like naked, that she would have few if any dealings with him in the future, so long as she kept her blinds drawn. Given her flat refusal to even talk about reopening Bradys or consider accepting his offer of dinner, she hadnt expected him to return, invading her solitude and setting her heart vibrating like a tuning fork.
She started to say somethingand then everything happened at once. With an ear-splitting noise, the tin panel above her pulled partly free, revealing a wooden beam seething with termites.
Dozens of them fell into her hair.
She screamed and dropped her hammer, then lost her balance. Clawing at the air as she fell backward, she braced herself to hit the hard wooden floor. She wondered in the split second she was airborne how many bones she would break.
But she didnt hit the floor. Instead, she fell into a strong pair of arms as perfectly and neatly as if shed fallen into a hammock.
How had he gotten there so quickly? It took her a few moments to realize she was okay; she wasnt going to die after all. What are you doing here? she asked inanely.
Is that any way to greet a man who just saved your life?
Put me down, please. She still had a head full of termites. She had to get them off her.
You could have broken your neck. Why didnt you ask someone to help you with this?
Oh, you mean a big, strong manbecause I couldnt possibly wield a couple of tools?
Well, obviously you
Im perfectly capable! Or I was, until an entire nest of termites flew into my hair.
Termites?
There are a couple on your arm now.
He quickly put her down and brushed at his arm, while she shook the rest of the insects out of her hair. Ugh. Her skin was still crawling from the sight of those awful bugs.
Got any Raid? Tony asked.
Its going to take more than bug spray, Im afraid. She mentally added a termite inspection, fumigation and possibly expensive repairs to her working list of things to take care of. For now, thoughwhere had she seen bug spray? The storeroom? She walked back to look.
Tony was right at her heels. Youre taking down the ceiling?
Id planned to auction off the ceiling, along with all this other stuff. But I didnt know there was nothing but bare rafters behind the tin. I guess Ill have to leave it. Ah, here it is. For crawling and flying insects. I think termites are both.
Tony took the can from her. Ill take care of this. He climbed up the ladder and sent a toxic fog into the space above the ceiling panels. You know, the tin ceiling is part of the ambience, he argued as dead bugs fell to the floor. Anyway, this is a historical landmark. You cant go tearing it up.
Julie stood well away from the bug shower. I checked with the landmark commission. So long as I dont make material changes to the exterior, Im okay. And a tin ceiling isnt exactly the ambience Im looking for.
Painted tin ceilings were funky and kind of charming, but Julie was going for classy all the way. Shed wanted to do textured plaster.
She mentally adjusted her picture of Belindas to reflect a tin ceilingpainted a pale yellow so as not to call attention to itself. It would be okay.
Then she realized something was on her footsomething alive. Immediately thinking termite, she started to kick until she realized it was a half-grown Dalmatian puppy gnawing on her shoelace.
Excuse me, she said, yanking her foot away, have we met?
Tony came down from the ladder. This is Bluto. His mom is Daisy, the fire station mascot. I usually give him a walk on my days off.
They let you keep puppies at the fire station?
Only in a dog run in the back. And only temporarily. The pups had to go. Bluto is the last one.
So you brought him here?
I saw the lights on and thought Id stop in and see how its going. He looked around. You still have a lot of work to do, I see.
Rub it in, why dont you? Her attention was torn between gorgeous Tony and his cute puppy, which wagged its tail so hard its entire body wiggled.
She couldnt help it. She bent down to pet the pup, and it jumped all over, licking her face in a frenzy of love. Her parents hadnt allowed any pets, seeing them simply as more mouths to feed. And once she was on her own, shed never considered getting a dog or cat.
Hi, Bluto. It was much easier to be warm and friendly to the puppy than to Tony. Safer, too. She wasnt normally unfriendly, but she knew she had to be on her guard with Tony for two reasons: he wanted something from her she couldnt give, and she wanted something from him she didnt dare ask for. If he had any idea how attracted she was to him, he could use it against her.
So you live around here? she asked.
Just down Willomet. Less than a block.
They were neighbors.
A noise above her yanked her attention away from the pup. She looked up just in time to see the ceiling panel shed been working on detach itself completely and head straight for her.
Tony grabbed Julie and the dog and yanked them both out of the way. The heavy piece of tin, with its knife-sharp edges, crashed to the floor right where shed been standing, leaving a gouge in the wooden planking.