Dane shook his head. “Who can guess how a psycho thinks? The thing that scares me is how do we know he hasn’t done this before? We’re not the only fire station that uses the hospital. There could be a lot more than three deaths involved here.”
“Crap,” Lexi muttered. “You’re right.”
Dane opened his mouth to say something else when the station alarm went off. It was quickly followed by the announcement, “Engine 58, Truck 58, Rescue 58, residential structure fire at 155 Plymouth.”
He and Lexi jumped to their feet and ran for the vehicle bay.
“Be careful out there,” she called to him as she headed toward her rescue vehicle.
“You, too,” he said as he reached for his turnout gear and started getting dressed.
He slipped his feet slipped into his boots and quickly pulled up the heavy pants then looped the suspenders over his shoulders without even thinking about it. That was probably a good thing since his mind was swimming at the possibility that this fire might send someone to the hospital staffed with a frigging serial killer.
