Chapter 5

“Undoubtedly. That or some idiot who blows off a hand setting off illegal ones.”

“Let’s hope not,” Chase replied. “I go on duty at four. I do not want to deal with that.” He’s an ER doctor doing his residency, so I could understand his feelings.

I nodded in agreement; picked up the plate and bowls I’d brought with me to the barbecue, and went home to change for work.

* * * *

I got off work at ten. The fireworks over the lake on the east side of the city were impressive. The reporter’s story about them—not so much so. Not really her fault. After all, there wasn’t much she could do other than interview people watching while I filmed them.