Fireproof

the back of Racine’s leather bomber jacket had been shredded. And Maggie’s first thought was that Racine would be so pissed. She loved that jacket.
    She tried to take a step but Tully’s fingers tightened their grip, holding her back.
    “Stay put, okay? Let’s have a paramedic take a look at you first.” His voice was quiet, gentle, and certainly didn’t match his grip. “Let the first responders take care of everyone else.” He stopped short of saying, We’ll just get in their way .
    She nodded. She understood. They weren’t trained to take care of the wounded. It was a fact she had to accept, only recently discovering that it didn’t sit well with her. She hated feeling useless, but the truth was, her skills and training couldn’t help the living victims. Her and Tully’s expertise wasn’t needed until the victims were dead and could no longer tell their stories.
    She knew Tully was right on both counts. She did need aparamedic. If she didn’t have someone give her the all-clear signal, she’d have to put up with those damned looks of concern. So she stayed put.
    Chaos surrounded them and an inferno roared on two sides. Rescuers stomped and yelled while they hauled equipment that lurched and whined. They pushed and shoved their way through. Some of the bystanders stood paralyzed and watched. And in the midst of the chaos, not fifty feet away, Cole and the camerawoman appeared totally unfazed by it all.
    “This is Jeffery Cole,” Maggie heard him say into the lens, “reporting live.” He looked remarkably calm.

CHAPTER 11

    VIRGINIA
    Patrick Murphy had lost track of how many hours he’d gone without sleep, this time . So far college had best prepared him for all-nighters. His fire science classes had barely scratched the surface of what Patrick had seen and done for the last several weeks.
    That appeared to be true physically, too. He thought his body was well toned from a daily punishment of weights and two miles pounding the pavement, yet each time he returned from an assignment his muscles screamed at him in places on his body he had taken for granted.
    Despite the aches and pains, he’d gladly get back on a fire truck for another assignment rather than be here, sitting in the luxurious lobby of corporate headquarters waiting to be reprimanded by his boss, whom he’d never met.
    Patrick poked a finger into his collar, hoping to relieve the stranglehold. He’d also prefer wearing seventy-five pounds of gear rather than a suit and tie.
    He checked his wristwatch. It probably cost more than a semester of tuition. It had been a signing bonus. Maybe they’d ask for it back. What was taking so long? Yet, according to the Swiss precision, it had been only eleven minutes.
    Felt like forty-five .
    At least Maggie hadn’t come back to the house before he had left. He wasn’t sure how he’d explain where he was going. Not that he had to. Their arrangement was more like roommates than siblings. They had to get to know each other, learn their quirks and pet peeves. Patrick had been on his own for a long time, even growing up. His mom had worked two jobs, leaving Patrick to fend for himself since he was the legal age to be left alone. Total latchkey kid.
    She was a good mom, still was. And he understood she did what she did for both of them. As a result he’d grown up a bit sooner than his peers. While his friends were playing video games after school, Patrick sorted laundry and fixed grilled cheese for another dinner alone. He never minded. He liked that it had made him independent. And he knew all kinds of stuff that other guys his age didn’t have a clue about. His mom called him an “old soul,” and recently told him she regretted that she hadn’t given him a chance to be a boy.
    Maggie told him she had also been on her own since she was twelve, but Patrick saw in her eyes and heard in her voice a sadness that told him it wasn’t the same.
    She’d been great so far about his staying with her. Earlier this morning he wouldn’t have blamed her if she had conked him over the head. It was totally rude not to let her know before he came barging in, especially during the middle of the night. He’d beentoo upset to even think, yet he had told her they finished their assignment early like it was no big deal. Like it was true.
    Instead, he had been sent home early and was probably lucky he hadn’t been fired on the spot.
    “Mr. Murphy.” The receptionist’s voice was so soft and quiet