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Closing in.

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Get up.

“C’mon, Wyatt, there’s nothing you can do.”

Sirens sounded in the distance, probably someone having alerted the police to the inferno in the Children’s Hospital parking lot.

But he heard the siren in his brain, resounding over and over.

Get up.

Get back in the game!

One more failure, taking him down. Only this one he wouldn’t come back from—

A scream.

It lifted from beyond the inferno, maybe. Or perhaps just his own imagination, mingling with the siren.

Still, it jerked him to his feet.

York was staring at the fire, his gaze almost fierce, his jaw tight.

Tate, however, was watching Wyatt as if afraid for him.

“Did you hear that?”

Tate met his eyes. His brother always wore an edge in his expression, but maybe loving Glo had filed it away because he looked at him with compassion. “No, bro, I didn’t.”

“She’s alive—”

Tate put his hand on his shoulder. “Stop. No, you’re just going to get yourself killed.”

Wyatt pushed him away, throwing up an arm to protect himself from the blaze. Black smoke spiraled out from the edges of the car, the camper, the roar almost deafening. “I am not leaving without her!”

“Wyatt!”

Red-hot embers sprayed into the nearby woodland at the edge of the parking lot, lighting it aflame.

“This is a job for the fire department.”

Another scream. This one high and piercing, and he looked at Tate. “Did you hearthat?”

Tate cocked his head.

Oh please, let her not be inside the camper burning to death!

He ran over to the camper. It was engulfed, glass breaking, more sparks spitting free. Maybe he could get inside from the back—

Blood.

He spotted a puddle of red turning to black on the sidewalk under the heat of the fire.

“Coco!”

He skirted the fire already burning into the woods.