“That sounds great. Give the little monster a hug from me.”
Tim gives me a grin that flashes sparkly white against his dark skin. “Sure will.”
Turning my back, I lift up my duffel and sling it over my shoulder. When I turn around, Tim is still standing there, staring at me.
“Listen,” he says, glancing briefly at the ground and then back up at me again, “I’m sorry I said that shit to you earlier. I just don’t want you to do something stupid that gets you suspended or fired.”
Walking up to Tim, I punch him lightly in the shoulder. It’s like hitting concrete. “No worries, man. I get it.”
“We’re cool, then?”
“We’re cool. Are you up for watching the game tomorrow at my place?” Tim and I are die-hard Jets fans.
“Yup. I’ll bring the beer.”
“And you’re bringing Sam, right? I got this killer new Xbox game to show him.”
Rolling his eyes at me, Tim just turns around and walks out. “He’s coming, too. We’ll see you around game time.”
Peeking my head around the door and looking down the hall, I see the Chief’s office door is still closed so I make a break for it. Just as I’m stepping out onto the sidewalk, I hear, “Caldwell... wait up.”
Turning around, I see my teammate, Jim Skellig, trotting toward me. I hope he makes this quick because every second delayed is one that the Chief could be calling for me.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“Pete told me you were looking for a roommate.”
“Yeah... I’m considering it.”
Fact is, I’ve always had a roommate while living in the city. It was nice to share expenses and it kept the loneliness down to a minimum. My last roommate had been with me for the past three years while he attended NYU-Poly, but graduated this past spring and moved on.
“Cool. I have a friend who has a friend that’s going to be moving to the area next month and is looking to share some space. Want me to have him contact you?”
“Sure. Just give him my email if you don’t mind.”
“Got it.”
“All right, man... I’m out of here. Catch you in a few days.”
Jim gives me a casual wave and walks back into the station. I turn down Sheffield Avenue and head south. It’s the beginning of September and it’s finally starting to cool off. I swear I smelled a hint of fall in the air when I woke up this morning.
Luckily, I live close to the firehouse and it’s only about a twenty-minute walk for me. I only drive if the weather is really crappy and today I’m enjoying the crisp weather.
As I walk toward my apartment building, my mind drifts back to the woman I pulled out of the house. I can’t stop thinking about the fact she was chained to a bed. I mean... what kind of monster does that to someone? And I can’t stop thinking that what if she was chained to the bed and the fire was started to kill her? Could she have been a target for murder? It seems unlikely since most of the fire was in the other unit, but that could have been done intentionally to cover motive.
Thank God that dog was barking. He deserves a good chunk of the credit for getting her out safely.
Shit... I really hope the pup is okay.
Now that is weighing heavily on my mind.
Stopping abruptly on the sidewalk, I get a curse from someone behind me that about plows into my backside. I ignore the person and glance at my watch.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I cross the street and head toward the parking deck that has my car.
Yes, I know... I like to save things. I can’t stomach the thought of that poor dog out on the streets by himself. He could get hit by a car, starve to death, or hell, someone could shoot the damn beast. My mind runs rampant with all the terrible things that could happen to the dog and my step quickens to reach my car.
Saving the dog, of course, has nothing to do with the fact that I’m curious about his owner. The dog clearly belonged to the woman I pulled from the house, because he was protecting her and barking for help.
Running off to rescue some stranger’s dog certainly has nothing to do with the fact that I can’t seem to get the image of those gray eyes out of my mind. Nor does it have anything to do with the fact that, based on the hideous circumstances I found her in, some part of my hero-alarm bell is starting to ring.
If my parents, my sister, my cousins, or even Tim, knew I was off to go hunt for this dog and possibly learn more about this woman, they would all be shaking their head with pity in their eyes.
They would all be thinking, There goes Flynn... off to save another soul.
Just as I pull out of the parking deck, my phone rings. I don’t bother to look at the caller ID, just answer, “Caldwell.”
“Hey man... it’s Buzz.”
“What’s up, Copper? Shoot your dick off yet?”
Buzz Matheson is a good friend of mine. He was in my cousin, Nix’s class in high school and we’ve all remained in touch throughout the years. He’s currently working in the Narcotics division for the NYPD.
“Luckily, it’s still attached. Burn yours off in a fire yet?”
Chuckling, I tell him, “Nah... all my parts are in working order.”
“Listen... I just pulled a case that you’re involved in and we need to talk.”
“The fire this afternoon?”
“Yeah. I understand you pulled a woman out that was chained to a bed.”
Visions of her lying there unconscious swim through my head, causing my stomach to turn. It appears that maybe she was into some deep trouble, just as I’d suspected.