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agreed.
However, that was two days ago, and we ran into a snag at work and
never made it out there. We cleared things and are now on our way
to see Zoey. I dropped off some paperwork at the courthouse from
the last case, and really wish we had someone at the office to do
all this crap. We were fucking Marines and didn’t deal with
paperwork. It ended up taking longer than expected and I now have a
sinking feeling something is going to happen before I have a chance
to get to her.
    I don’t need a map to tell me where she lives
or work. The uncanny urge to get there sooner rather than later
hits me, and I press my foot on the gas. My gut is never wrong.
    “In a hurry, man?”
    “Just wanna get this job done, collect the
bounty, and move on.” Okay so I wasn’t being completely honest with
Hawk either.
    “She is something, isn’t she?” Hawk states as
he looks out the window. Is he thinking the same thing I am? Could
he be wishing she was something more than just a victim? We have
never dated a victim, or anyone we are working a case for. Hawk had
a no fucking the staff or customer policy, and I agree with it. But
with Zoey, I just might bend that rule, as I bend her over too.
    “Yeah, not sure what to make of it. She isn’t
like the other woman ‘round here,” I say pointedly.
    “Might need to tell her to leave if shit hits
the fan.” I don’t need to respond as I notice a bunch of people
making a beeline to something off the road.
    “What’s going on?” I am already on my way to
see the smoke filling the sky when I pose that question to Hawk.
I’m a noisy bastard, I grant you that, but shit, this seems off for
a small town. As I pulled up to a large old style house, I watch as
people stand around gawking at the site.
    I see a young woman, who is chewing gum,
loudly. “Whose house?”
    The woman looks me up and down, before she
smiles at me, making me feel like a piece of meat. “Well it’s fat
Zoey’s Granny’s house. Now maybe the pig will fry with it too and
leave town.” Zoey, shit this is her family house, I remember
reading she owned some house, but didn’t live in it.
    “Why isn’t the fire department here?” This
time she smirks at me.
    “No one called. She has been trying to put it
out by herself.” Sure enough, I look up and see Zoey covered in
water, dirt, and soot from the fire. I look at Hawk who is already
on the phone as I make my way to Zoey. But the closer I get, the
more comments I hear.
    “Good riddance. Now she’ll leave us.”
    “Stupid whore, getting Andrew in
trouble.”
    “She isn’t one of ours, let it burn.”
    “Why can’t she be locked inside and burn
too?” All from different people. Hawk hears them as well, and
starts yelling as the sounds of sirens can be heard in the
distance. I use that moment to grab Zoey, who is crying and
wheezing some.
    “Zoey, you gotta stop, chéri .” I grab
the bucket from her, but she just turns away and walks back to the
hose.
    “No, I have to save it, I have to save it.”
Over and over, she is chanting to herself. Hawk is now talking to
the fire department and some of them don’t look too happy about the
house, but in the end, they start to do their thing with the hoses.
Zoey is still going strong, yet I can see the defeat and exhaustion
in her eyes. Not wanting her to keep going like this, I take the
hose and throw it away; it isn’t really working anyways, and I pick
her up. Her squeal of surprise is my warning before she starts to
pound my back. Sure, I could have done the sweet way and carried
her like a child, but it’s more fun to swing her over my shoulder
and carry her like a caveman. She finally stops struggling when we
get near the small ambulance. Setting her on her feet, Hawk is next
to me in an instant with a blanket.
    “Ya okay?” I am so mad at these people. Who
the hell do they think they are? Hawk went to check her over,
pushing her hair out of her face. I can’t take the comments anymore
and walk over