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Five minutes later and we were pulling onto my street.

On the way, we’d decided to use the Morrison house that was at the top of the street as a place to park the engine. The Morrisons went down to Florida every December and January, something I’d found out during one of my many runs through the neighborhood since I’d moved there.

The Morrisons usually parked a massive gooseneck motor home there when they weren’t using it, and it was the perfect size for the quint.

It was five houses down from mine, which meant it was about as ideal as it was going to get under the circumstances we were currently dealing with.

“Damn, that’s impressive,” Booth called.

“What?” I asked, engaging the parking break.

“The fact that you just backed up in less than five seconds, in the snow. With almost zero visibility,” Booth indicated the steering wheel. “You’re good at it.”

I snorted.

“Been doing it for going on twenty years now,” I grunted. “I should be.”

Booth grinned and popped the door open.

I followed suit and started walking towards the boys that’d taken the ambulance down to my house.

Booth and Tai fell into step beside me as PD and Bowe emerged from the ambulance they backed to the end of my driveway, under the car port.

We were nearly neck and neck when a shot rang out from Aspen’s house, having my every nerve ending spark to life.

My legs started carrying me towards the door to Aspen’s house before I’d consciously told myself I should.

Instinct kicked in, and I was running blindly towards the door when I was tackled from behind.

“Stop,” Booth hissed when I went to push up.

I froze at the pure authority that leached out of his voice, and reason came back to me in a snap.

“Okay,” I licked my lips. “Okay.”

Booth got off me almost as quickly as he got there, and I pushed up onto my hands and knees, scrambling to the window next to the rest of the men.

“What’s going on?” I whispered frantically.

“Young kid with a gun and a can of gas. He’s pouring it all over the living room. The couch. Walking back to a bedroom now.”

“Motherfucker,” I hissed, duck walking away from the living room window, thankful as fuck that Aspen had left it open like she always did.

Once I reached the garage, I rounded the side of her house and made it into her backyard.

We didn’t go out there much. The only thing you could really do was walk around the edge of the house due to the hill that doubled as her backyard.

Although it was big, and fenced, it really wasn’t something anyone could ever find as functional.

“That door right there leads to the garage, which’ll then lead up into the side of the kitchen,” I directed PD and Tai.

Tai and PD nodded, disappearing inside.

“I called for backup,” Booth spoke from my back.

I’d heard, which was why I hadn’t bothered to tell him how to do his job.

He knew it almost better than the rest of us.