Chapter Fifteen
Aiden gulped air. His heart was pounding, and he was covered in sweat. He must have dozed off while he was lying on top of his bed in the firehouse. He’d had a nightmare. Hazel. She was in trouble. He sat up.
But it was just a dream. It must be . Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he took a deep breath and then another. He drank some water, but the feeling wouldn’t go away.
He stood. Yes, it was only a dream, but he knew deep down in his gut Hazel was in trouble. In serious trouble. He grabbed his cell and punched in her number. Her cell just rang and rang and then went to voicemail. Jory. For sure he had some tracking app for Hazel and his mother.
Aiden flew across the room and down the stairs. When he entered the TV room, all the guys looked up at him, but Jory wasn’t there. “Where’s Jory?”
Captain Hastings pointed toward the bays where the engines were parked.
Aiden ran into the area and looked around. He heard a clanging off to his left. He went around the back of the rig and found Jory polishing some equipment. “Jory—"
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Jory, I—"
“Get the fuck away from me,” Jory said and pushed Aiden out of his way.
Aiden slammed him against the truck and held his arm under Jory’s chin. “Shut up and listen to me,” he said through clenched teeth. “Hazel is in trouble.”
Jory was livid. His eyes were filled with hatred, and Aiden knew that if he didn’t hold his friend in place, they would end up fighting. He also knew Jory hadn’t heard a word he’d said. He was struggling against Aiden’s hold.
“Stop!” He slammed his friend against the truck again to get his attention. “Hazel is in trouble. My gut is telling me Hazel is in serious trouble. I’ve called her, but she’s not answering. We have to find her.”
When Jory blinked rapidly, Aiden knew what he’d said had finally registered. Jory stopped struggling and held up his hands.
Aiden let him go and stepped back. “Do you have an app to track her?”
Jory pulled out his cell. “Yeah.” He clicked the screen and brought up the app. A few seconds later, he said, “She’s at fourteen Elaine Avenue. Isn’t that Doc Lawrence’s place?”
The station alarm went off. The dispatcher announced a house fire and listed the address. It was the same one Jory had just read off.
“Fuck!” Aiden swung around the side of the engine and grabbed his gear. Jory was two steps behind him.
The rest of the guys started coming in as Aiden was pulling on the last of his gear. “The fire is at Doc’s place. Hazel is there and she’s not answering her phone!”
Captain Hastings looked at Jory for confirmation. Jory nodded. Captain Hastings grabbed his gear and ran around to the front of the truck. “We gotta move. It’s one of our own out there.”