The Other Sister
"Why here?" asked Ken Hayward, the chief of Troublesome Gulch Paramedics. He flipped through Brody Austin's job application and résumé, then peered at him over the top of his halfperch reading glasses. "That's the million-dollar question, son. If we were FDNY, Chicago—even Denver—it'd be a no-brainer, but—" He spread his arms to indicate the mishmash decor, circa 1980, that comprised their headquarters.
Perspiration gathered beneath Brody's collar, despite every vow he'd made to keep his cool. He'd figured the topic would come up eventually.
Of course. But he still felt unprepared to address it, even after all this time, which had to say something negative about his character.
"Well…" He cleared his throat—the standard stall tactic. Luckily the grizzled old medic went on, affording Brody time to concoct some sort of explanation that didn't make him seem as if he were hedging, which he was, or worse—that he'd completely lost his mind. And the jury was still out on that issue.
"Not that we won't be thrilled to welcome you." Hayward held up a hand. "Your training is extensive, and I'm even more impresse ... read full excerpt from The Other Sister ebook
