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Edge of the Heat 2
by Lisa Ladew
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons or
organizations, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2014 Lisa Ladew
This is book 2 in the Edge of the Heat Collection. It is not necessary to read book 1 to enjoy
book 2, but it is recommended. Book 1 is here:
http://www.amazon.com/Edge-Heat-Westwood-Harbor-Corruption-
ebook/dp/B00HYEMAFI/
Chapter 1
Think Emma, think! Calm down and breathe.
Emma forced herself to take a second to relax and formulate a plan. She was still holding on
to the bathroom door, eyes frantically darting around the small Westwood General hospital room to
be sure Norman wasn’t going to jump out at her from some hiding place. Which was silly, there
were
no hiding places in this tiny room. Still, she was learning it was better to be safe than sorry with her
ex-husband, who she knew was a dirty cop, but who also just might be a sociopath.
Norman was probably the one who had bugged her house. He for sure was the one who
chased off every man she had tried to date over the last several years. She was starting to suspect he
was really the one who told Reece she ‘liked it rough’, prompting the scumbag doctor to try to rape
her but pretend she really wanted it that way. And if the horrible feeling she got when he had
mockingly said “Who is going to throw me out, your boyfriend?” was correct, he may have done
something horrible to Craig. She couldn’t be her usual naive and rose-colored glasses self anymore.
Her eyes were open now, at least when it came to Norman.
She took some deep breaths and tried to think what she should do first.
Call Craig.
Yes, call him first. Maybe she would get lucky.
She felt her pockets for her cell phone. She didn’t have it. Maybe she had lost it in the fire last
night. She grabbed the hospital door and whipped it open, intending to go down to the nurses station.
Wait! They are going to give you a hard time about being up. They are going to want to
discharge you and that will take forever. Or worse they will want you to stay. Best if you do this
subtly. Remember you came in on a helicopter last night after being unconscious for 10 minutes in
the middle of a wildfire. Nobody is going to let you just walk out of here if they can help it.
Briefly her mind flashed to the man she had saved, wondering how he was. No time for that
now.
She walked over to the phone by the bedside and dialed the number for the nurses station. A
cool female voice answered.
“Hi, it’s Emma in 412. Did I get any visitors while I was sleeping?”
“No, Emma, none.”
“Ok, thank you.”
Emma broke the connection without replacing the handle and then dialed 9 for an outside line
and Craig’s number.
She sucked in her breath, counting the rings and silently praying he would pick up. After 7
rings his voicemail answered.
She slammed down the phone, biting her tongue to keep from swearing or screaming, she
wasn’t sure which.
What now? Call dispatch and ask where he is.
It was a good idea, but she had to get out of the room before a nurse came in and saw her
looking like she was just going to walk out of here, which was in fact what she was going to do.
She went to the door and opened it swiftly, walking towards the exit without hesitation. If
anyone challenged her she would just keep walking. They weren’t cops, just doctors and nurses.
She made it to the stairs without anyone even looking at her. Yanking the door open and
swiftly stepping inside she sighed in relief. Once she was off this floor nobody would pay her any
attention.
At the bottom floor she looked around for a pay phone. Why weren’t there any around?
Sometimes cellphone batteries die or are left in cars!
The emergency room had pay phones! She broke into a run, feeling like time was already
running out for Craig. She had just gotten Craig back last night. She couldn’t bear to think she had lost
him again already.
She found a pay phone in the lobby and dug in her firefighter’s uniform for a quarter. She
called dispatch. Lindy answered.
“Lindy, it’s Emma Hill. I need to know when the last time you heard from Firefighter 465
was.”
“Hi Emma, how are you?”
The concern in Lindy’s voice was obvious, but Emma didn’t have time for it right now.
“I’m great Lindy, please look quickly, I’m really worried about him.”
“Um well, he hasn’t been heard from on the radio since his in service last night, but the scene
commander already knows that.”
Emma was confused.
“What do you mean he hasn’t been heard from on the radio?”
Now Lindy sounded confused. “Emma, don’t you know that there’s a search on for him right
now?”
Emma’s heart sank. Her worst fears were confirmed.
“No Lindy, what is going on?”
“Well he disappeared last night on the line. One minute he was there and the next he wasn’t.
They’ve been searching for him since 5 this morning. The helicopters are up and everything. They just
called and asked for police dogs, but those are going to take 6 hours to get here from Brickersville.”
“Thanks Lindy,” Emma said weakly. She replaced the handset, but held onto the phone still.
She felt like she was going to fall to the ground in a heap if she let go. She couldn’t get enough air.
Oh Craig, Craig, where are you? What happened?
Emma’s vision went black around the edges. Her life spiraled out of her control in one
sentence. She loved this man and he didn’t even know it. Never would know it if he was … she
couldn’t say it - couldn’t even think it. He was fine, where ever he was - he just needed to be found.
She was going to help search. What else could she do? But how? She didn’t have her car.
How was she going to get up there?
As she thought, her eyes tracked movement in the E.R. doors. A worker bringing lab samples

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