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the street, she tried to ignore Nate’s presence behind them. She didn’t need to mix up her life by getting distracted by someone like him.
    â€œIs that smoke I smell?” Nate asked.
    â€œYeah. I thought I smelled it, too.” Then she looked up and saw a plume of black smoke in the sky above Mug Shots. Her heart stopped.
    â€œLooks like it’s coming from Main Street,” she said as she hurried her steps, trying to shake off the idea that it could be her store and home. Then she took another look and saw smoke twining around the telltale crooked brick chimney of her store. Panic clenched her stomach as she grabbed the handles of her stroller and hurried down the street.
    â€œMia. Wait,” Denny called out, but she ignored him, her panic growing with each step. And then she came around the corner.
    â€œIt’s my store.” Her legs turned to rubber as she clung to the handles of the stroller. “My boys. My boys.” She started across the street, unable to move fast enough.
    Someone caught her by the arm. She shook it off, her entire focus on the smoke pouring out of her store and flames starting to curl up from the roof. She started walking again, but then an arm snaked around her waist. “Don’t. Stay here,” Nate’s voice growled in her ear as his iron-hard arm clamped her against him. “You can’t do anything.”
    â€œMy boys. My boys are in there.” She thrashed against his hands, her fear and panic twisting like the flames now flickering from the roof. “My boys and Angie.”
    She heard the squawk of a two-way radio and then heard another voice behind her.
    She spun around. Jeff Deptuck, a local fireman, stood beside her, his cell phone to his ear and a two-way radio in his other hand. She grabbed at him. “Jeff. They’re not here yet. My boys are in there with Angie.”
    â€œAre you sure?” Jeff’s gaze was suddenly intent on hers. “Angie and your boys?”
    â€œLook, someone is at the window,” Nate called out.
    It was Angie, waving. She was probably trapped.
    â€œThe trucks are out of town. They won’t be here for another ten minutes,” Jeff called out. “Someone get an extension ladder from the hardware store.”
    A tall man broke away from the group that had gathered and ran down the street.
    â€œBy the time he gets the ladder out, it’s going to be too late,” Mia called out.
    â€œWe’ll have to go in up the stairs at the back,” Jeff said.
    â€œI’m coming with you,” Nate said. “I’ve worked as a volunteer firefighter.”
    â€œYou listen to me and do exactly what I say,” Jeff warned, his voice stern.
    Then without another word, Jeff dashed across the street then ducked into the gap between the buildings to get to the alley, Nate right behind him.
    â€œMake sure she doesn’t go anywhere,” Nate said to Denny, then ran across the street after Jeff.
    Mia pulled at Denny’s hands that held her arms like a vise. “I need to go and help them,” she called out. “I know how to get in.”
    But Denny pulled Mia back again as the ominous sound of fire crackling battled with the growing wail of sirens.
    But it was only a police car that came down Main Street.
    â€œThe fire trucks aren’t coming,” Mia sobbed, pulling ineffectually at Denny’s hands. She stared up at Angie’s panicked figure in the window. “They won’t get here in time.”
    Then Angie disappeared and Mia’s heart turned to ice.
    She couldn’t watch, but she couldn’t look away, thoughts, fears and half-formed images seething and twisting through her tortured mind.
    The policemen got out and moved the gathering crowd back.
    Mia’s entire attention was on the building and the smoke billowing out of it now. After what seemed to be hours, the fire trucks finally showed up at the end of the street, the men