Lenora Worth - Capitol K-9 Unit Christmas - Protecting Virginia

“You look a little shaky. How about some water before we head over?” he suggested.

She nodded, mute with fear.

He walked into the kitchen, found a cup and filled it. “It really is going to be okay,” he said, holding out the cup.

She took a step forward, felt the earth shake, the entire world rumble. For a moment, she thought she’d lost it, that it had finally happened, panic making her completely lose touch with reality. She was on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, smoke billowing all around her.

Officer Morris shouted something, and she rolled to her side, saw him lying under the partially caved-in wall, ice falling on his dark hair.

“Get out of here!” he shouted.

She struggled to her knees, her feet, grabbed the wood that was pinning him.

“Go!” he said again, and she shook her head, tugged harder, praying that somehow her strength would be enough to free him.

SIX

Smoke billowed up into the sky, flames licking the side of the garage as John raced toward his apartment. He’d expected trouble, but he hadn’t expected this. He should have. He should have been prepared for anything.

Too late now.

The building was in flames, the interior exposed on the lower and upper levels.

A bomb?

That was what it looked like.

If there were more, they’d all be killed, but he wasn’t going to wait for the fire department to show, couldn’t wait for the bomb squad to be called in. Virginia and Officer Morris had been in the apartment. If they still were, they were in trouble.

“Hold!” he commanded, and Samson stopped short, his soft whimpers following John as he raced up the stairs that had been left untouched by the explosion.

The front door was closed. No time for a key, he kicked it in, smoke billowing out as it opened.

“Be careful!” Dylan shouted as he raced up the stairs behind him. “This place could crumble any minute.”

That was John’s fear. Getting in and out as quickly as possible was his plan.

Only God knew if that would happen, and John had to trust that His plan was best, that He’d see him through this like He had so many other things.

He pulled his shirt up over his mouth and nose, then headed into what had once been his living room. Part of the ceiling and wall had caved in, icy rain the only thing keeping the fire from taking over. Smoke billowed up through the floor and in through the collapsed wall. In seconds, the place would be pitch-black.

He scanned the room.

Virginia stood in the kitchen, tugging at lumber that had fallen, her frantic cries for help barely carrying above the roaring of the fire below.

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