Excerpt From Blonde Demolition by Chris Redding
A bomb.
One with a timer and wires and all
the parts necessary to blow up the beer trailer and all in its vicinity.
Including all of her fellow firefighters at the Coleville Volunteer Fire
Company.
Mallory Sage had seen too many
bombs in her former life with Homeland Security. Her heart raced and anger
streaked through her.
"Jesse, get out," she said
to her chief..
She wouldn't lose him. Not now. Not
this way. She would not have her lover blown up.
Jesse Moran licked his lips and
moved in her direction. He stopped and backed away from her as if he couldn't
make the decision to leave.
"Get out of here, Mal."
Even in the face of a bomb, he was
willing to protect her. Her heart sank. She might never be able to return that
loyalty.
She clenched and unclenched her
fists, her breath coming out in pants. "Not without you, Jesse. Mark, call
911. Tell them we need the bomb squad," she said, still looking at the
chief.
When Jesse reached her, she yanked
him out. He had one hundred pounds on her. She had surprise on her side. "Get
me some wire cutters."
Jesse looked at her as though she
had three heads.
"Do it."
He shook his head. "No, you
don't know what you're doing. You'll blow up."
She made eye contact with one of
the bystanders. "Get me wire cutters and clear everyone out of here.
Someone make sure no workers are on the fairgrounds."
The last thing the struggling fire
company needed was to lose this fair. It was their sole method of raising
needed funds. No jerk with a penchant for bombs would do that to them. Not to
the guys who missed dinners and family events to put out fires.
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