Another Wednesday to mark off the calendar. Today’s #1lineWed theme over on Twitter is **BIRDS / FEATHERS**. Would you believe that in two WIPs, I only mentioned a bird one time? Here’s a look at an early scene in my upcoming release DALLAS FIRE & RESCUE: CRASH & BURN. This is a scene in our heroine’s POV as she’s getting ready to start her new job. This book releases on January 19th and I’m doing a “party” on the DF&WKW Facebook page. Stop by. There will be fun, frolic, and maybe even some contests!
In the meantime, here’s Kit’s “bird” moment…
But it wasn’t her firefighting abilities that had earned her this promotion and transfer. It was the investigative and forensic photography skills she’d honed on her own time. A little bird had told her two years ago that the DFW and Love Field ARFF units would be moving into an updated incident command system and a photographer would be a big part of the new ICS. If and when an incident happened—and DFW had been in the bull’s eye before, she would also be in charge of Recovery Command.
“Since you aren’t technically on the clock, you need to skedaddle.”
Kit startled at the gravelly voice. Assistant Chief Richard “Sandy” Sanderson stood in her doorway. Chief Sanderson was her immediate supervisor and she fought the urge to sit a little straighter. The man was a legend in the fire service, his voice rough due to burn injuries received back when he was a new firefighter. He’d saved a family that day, and he considered his voice a badge of honor. “Come back tomorrow when you’re supposed to be here. And catch a ride. You’ll be issued a department vehicle for your round-the-clock use.”
“Yes, sir. Just a few last things to finish up so I can hit the ground running in the morning.”
He laughed, the sound more like rocks shaking in a cardboard box than a human chuckle. “You won’t be here in the morning. You’ll be at the training academy. You’ll get your gear, your ride, and then you have to pass an airport driving course. Now get out of here.” Kit opened her mouth and he growled. “Don’t sir me, just do it.”
She nodded and got to her feet, snagged the backpack which contained her camera gear and the now-empty gym bag. “Doing it, sir.” She snapped off a salute as she ducked past him.
“Smart ass,” he grumbled, but Kit caught the smile on his face before it disappeared.
So what about y’all? Do you have any birds of wisdom? Flocks of words? Share ’em if you do!