FIRE STORM
“But we have no enemies!”… Why would a young mother, happily married and safely nestled
amongst the cornfields of small town Illinois suddenly start finding murder attempts around
every corner? A fireman, Jim thrives on danger, that is until, coming in a different form, it
creeps closer than he ever expected – not for him, but for the one he loves more than life itself –
his wife. Who and why? How can the “protector” keep his most cherished possession from this
unseen killer? Totally innocent – untouched by evil, Jess cannot explain nor understand the
incidents threatening her very existence. Holding on to her husband and clinging to her
knowledge of a powerful God, she can only strive to keep trust in her soul and a smile in her
heart, as the icy fingers of death lurk, coiled behind every corner. Safe in innocence, secure in
love – marked for murder! God bless our home – if it doesn’t blow up!
Chapter 1
Bright autumn
leaves whirled around an even brighter red F-150 spurting down the gravel road.
At the wheel, Jim Richards, enjoying the cool breeze ruffling his hair and the warm
sun tanning the side of his face, had his arm through the open window. In his
opinion, northern Illinois
was at its peak in the fall. He glanced around at the walls of corn drying on
either side of the road, brown with just a hint of green. They’ll harvest ‘em pretty soon.
Jim returned a wave from the
driver of an oncoming car. He didn’t know who it was. People were just friendly
like that in this small-town, farming community. He and his wife, Jessica, farmed
a few acres of hay and bred a small herd on a little horse farm between the village of Oak Creek
and the larger town of Spring Valley .
For an average-size guy, Jim’s
frame sported a lot of solid muscle. He liked to work and enjoyed a healthy
lifestyle. His blond hair was dark, almost brown, cut short and combed to the
side. His eyes were a soft, sky-blue and held a mixture of humor,
determination, kindness, compassion, or anger – whatever the situation called
for.
Giant,
white, cotton ball clouds made the sky seem bluer than normal. Jim glanced down
at the clock. Better hurry. You’re gonna
be late for work. Pushing down on the accelerator, he knew he was going a
little faster than he should on these curvy, gravel roads, but he told himself
he had grown up around here and knew the area like the back of his hand.
He slowed
to the speed limit as he turned onto the main drag going into Spring
Valley .
Jim flipped
off the radio. It never took him very long to get annoyed with it. It was
always on the Chicago
“all-news” station, and he really couldn’t care less how the traffic was moving
on the Eisenhower or the Kennedy. If there was anything else on that station,
he never knew, since he always turned if off before he heard it.
Huh, car in my spot, he thought to
himself, as he pulled into the parking lot of the Spring Valley Fire Station.
Jim walked
into the locker room. “Hey, Thundercloud, exactly what are you doing in my
parking place?” Jim asked his best friend, jokingly.
“Your parking place? Your deed of
ownership, please?” Wade Thundercloud held out his hand.
“Squatter’s
rights, my brother. Everyone knows that is my parking place.” Jim took his
uniform shirt out of his locker.
“Uh oh,
looks like another storm’s a brewin’ between Jim and Big Chief Thundercloud,”
Carlos laughed.
“Did I miss
something?” a fireman Jim didn’t know asked.
“It’s relentless
persecution for my name,” Wade grumbled, buckling his belt.
“His name’s
Wade Thundercloud. In case you haven’t noticed, the boy’s a full blooded
redskin,” Carlos, a brawny, Hispanic fireman, explained as he buttoned his
shirt.
Wade rolled
his eyes. “Isn’t that a racist statement?”
Carlos
laughed, “Awww…we hurt the little guy’s feelings.”
Wade threw
his shirt at Carlos. “Oh, it’s on.”
“Yeah,
maybe we should change the subject,” Jim suggested.
“Hey, I was
kinda enjoying it. The guys at my last station were, like, way too serious,”
the new guy protested.
“Yeah, talkin’
‘bout that, who are you anyway? Derrick get kicked out or something?” Jim put
his foot on the paint-chipped bench to tie his shoelace.
“Name’s Travis. Derrick’s sick or
something, so I got called over as his replacement.”
Jim nodded and began to tie his
other shoe.
“Yeah, well, it’ll be nice to be
partnered with a guy that has a little more experience.” Wade straightened his
collar. “Derrick’s been out of the academy for almost two years, but he’s only
twenty-one.” He buttoned his cuffs. “He graduated from high school a year early
when he was sixteen, took one year of paramedic training, quit for a year, then
took the last year when he was nineteen.”
“Why’d he quit for a year?”
“Who knows with that kid.”
Jim gave Wade a sideways glance of
disapproval.
“By the way, Jim.” Carlos tucked in
his shirt. “Cap’s gone at more divorce proceedings so we got Captain Johnson.”
Jim
grunted an acknowledgment and then closed his locker door. He was glad to be
back to work and was ready for action.
Today was
hay-stacking day. Jessica Richards really didn’t mind. She loved being out in
the barn with the smell of hay. Besides, throwing hay bales all day was one way
of keeping in shape, and what girl didn’t want that? Of course, if her husband
had been home, she would have conned him into doing it or at least into
helping.
She grabbed
a bail in each hand and climbed the ladder to the loft. People had commented
that she was stronger than she looked. She was only five-foot-three and one-hundred
pounds. Her chestnut hair fell thick and shiny to the middle of her back, and her
deep brown eyes danced with joy and excitement more often than not. At
twenty-three, she was a year younger than her husband and the proud mother of their
beautiful baby girl.
After two
hours of strenuous hay-stacking, Jess was beginning to wonder if the horses
were worth all this trouble. She plopped down on a bale of hay in the loft and
sighed. Halfway done.
She just sat there a moment,
leaning against the stack of hay bales. She seriously contemplated just backing
the hay wagon into the lower half of the hay shed and calling it quits for the
day. Why not just leave the wagon there
permanently and save all this trouble? After all, they never used this barn
for anything other than hay, anyway. She smiled to herself as she imagined
Jim’s reaction to that idea. That item of business would never make its way to a
serious discussion bu-ut… She chuckled at some humorous mental images of his
likely aghast response and filed the topic away in her memory as a good
conversation starter to lighten the mood some likely evening. Smile weakening,
she huffed a sigh. Un-for-tun-ately… that topic would have to keep for a while
since he would not be coming home tonight.
She stretched. Maybe I should go inside, get a glass of cool lemonade, and see how
Morgan’s doin’. Mrs. Robinson, an older lady from church, had offered to
watch Morgan so she could get some chores done. She wiped her face with her
sleeve. It felt good to sweat again. She hadn’t done much really hard labor
since before she had Morgan.
As she got up to go down, the smell
of smoke drifted up to her. She looked down the ladder. A thick cloud of dark
gray smoke filled the barn. Breathing into her sleeve, Jess practically jumped
down the ladder, frantic to get out. She raced for the door, but bright,
daunting, orange flames already billowed across that escape route. Smoke burned
her eyes. She darted for the back, but it was no good. Fire devoured the entire
frame. Every wall blazed. Her lungs burned from the smoke.
She turned a full circle but saw
fire in every direction. I have to get
out, now! Lord, please, please give
me a way out! The loft! Spinning around, she raced for the ladder. The heat
grew more intense. Flames crept around the ladder, but she knew she had to go
for it. As she raced to the top, the heat nearly overwhelmed her. Her lungs screamed
for air. Relief flooded her when she saw that the loft door wasn’t engulfed. Thank you, Lord.
Kicking the wooden doors open, she
jumped, bracing herself for the impact. Pain and gladness swept over her as she
hit the ground. Gasping for air, she was so glad to be alive. Thank you, Lord. Thank you.
Jim
sniffed the air as he walked into the kitchen. “What’s that smell?”
“Wade’s
cooking lunch today. We’ll probably all end up in the ER with food poisoning,”
Dan, their oldest firefighter at forty-three, replied.
“Hey, don’t
criticize my stew.”
“Stew?”
“Yeah, I
found a prize-winning stew recipe and a prize-winning soup recipe. I’m just
gonna mix everything together, and you won’t believe what I come up with.”
“I’m sure
of that.”
“Just wait.
You’ll love it.” Wade stirred the concoction.
Jim looked
skeptical. “Did you burn something?”
“Well, the
rice got a little done.”
BURRRUZZZ… The deafening fire bell
sounded. Wade switched off the stove and hurried after the crowd out to the
trucks. The address came over the loud speaker. Jim froze as he grabbed his
helmet. “That’s my house!” Carlos shoved Jim into the engine, flipped on the
sirens, and followed the squad out onto the road.
Jim’s heart raced, and his
adrenaline pumped in overdrive. What
happened? How did it start? Are Jess and Morgan okay? Did they get out? Jim
clutched the handle near the door until his knuckles turned white. Faster! Faster!
He could see the smoke billowing as
they turned onto the gravel road.
Fear invaded him as he saw flames
plume above the hay barn. NO! Jess was
going to be in there stacking hay today! His heart pounded.
The engine swung into the driveway.
The barn looked like a lost cause. Jim’s eyes wildly scanned the area, looking
for Jess. She stood in the grass with the elderly babysitter a little ways from
the barn, holding their baby. Relief swept over him. They’re okay.
As the engine came to a stop in the
front of the barn, they all piled out. Jim raced to his wife. As soon as he
reached her, Jess handed the baby to Mrs. Robinson and fell into his arms. He
could smell the strong odor of smoke on her. She hid her face in his shoulder.
Now that she was in her husband’s strong arms, she let tears flow and allowed
herself some quiet sobs.
Jim could feel her shaking. He held
her tight, resting his cheekbone on her head. “Are you all right? I almost went
crazy when I heard the address and saw….” His voice trailed off.
“I’m fine. Twisted my ankle. Just
gla… I’m just glad to be alive.” Her voice shook.
“What happened?” He didn’t want to
let go.
Wade put his hand on Jim’s
shoulder. “They need your help, man. We’ll take care of her.” Reluctantly, Jim
surrendered her to the paramedics and, after a final kiss, left to help with
the fire.
The barn was so far gone that they
decided just to contain it. Jim thanked the Lord
that there was no wind and that the fire had not spread to the main barn or the
house.
After the fire was out, Jim took
off his helmet and began looking around for his wife. Seeing her seated on the
ground leaning against the squad, he took his equipment back to the truck and
joined her.
“So how ya doin’?”
“I have been diagnosed with a
twisted ankle and mild smoke inhalation.” She coughed into her arm. “For a
minute I thought I was a goner, but the Lord showed me a way out.”
“I’m just so glad you weren’t hurt
any worse.” He put his arm around her and pulled her into a hug.
She leaned her head against his
shoulder, feeling so much safer with him there. “Do they know how it started?”
Jim broke away from her gaze,
glancing back at what had been their barn. “They think it was arson.”
“Arson?” Jess sat up straight and
stared at him.
“Yeah…they say that someone soaked
the walls with accelerant, then came back later and lit it.”
“Why would anyone do that?” She
paused. “You mean they came back and lit it while I was in there? They were
trying to…?” Her voice quivered.
“That’s not why. Most likely, they
got scared off the first time and then came back. It’s probably just teens
doing it for kicks. You were up in the loft. They must not have seen you.”
She glanced down at her hands. “I
hope you’re right. I just can’t imagine anyone doing something like that for
fun. It doesn’t make sense.”
“Some people don’t make sense.”
Wade came over and knelt down in
front of Jess. “Are you sure that you don’t want to go to the hospital?”
“Yeah. Mrs. Robinson will drive me
to my own doctor after I’ve had a chance to calm down.”
“Do you want me to try and get off
work to go with you?” Jim asked.
“No. I’ll be fine. Just so whoever
this was doesn’t come back.”
“It was probably just some jerk….”
“I know.… That’s what Jim said.”
“Of course, on the other hand…” Jim
lowered his voice and shifted his eyes back and forth. “…it could be the ghost
of some long lost second or third cousin seeking vengeance.”
Jess rolled her eyes. “Right.”
“Vengeance for what?” Wade grinned.
“Only the shadow knows.”
“Uh-huh.” Jess held out her hand to Jim who stood in front of her. He
pulled her up.
“I better go find Mrs. Robinson and
the baby. I’m pretty sure they went inside.” She reached to put her arms around
her husband’s neck. Jim bent down. Usually, she stood on her toes, but that wasn’t
going to work with a twisted ankle. Jim really wasn’t that tall. She was just that
short.
“I’ll see ya tomorrow.” She
finished the hug.
“Yeah, okay.” He kissed her and let
her go. “Do you need help getting to the house?”
“No, I’ll be fine.” She smiled and
began hobbling toward the house. As she went, she heard the alarm sound on the
engine’s radio. Turning, she watched everyone pile in and the trucks speed out
of the drive.
Not seeing Jim for twenty-four
hours at a time was what she disliked most about his job, but it was what he
really wanted to do, so she put up with it. She limped up the porch and into
the house.
Mrs. Robinson sat in a recliner,
rocking the baby. “Did Jim leave already?”
“Yeah. They had another call.” Jess
coughed into her elbow. She still felt a little shaky, but she was calming
down. “Oh, give me my little girl,” she said softly, bending down to gather her
little one into her arms.
“Here you go.” Mrs. Robinson smiled
as she handed her to her Mama.
“And how’s my little Morgan?” Jess
swung the baby over her head, causing the little girl to wiggle and giggle. Sitting
down, Jess put Morgan down in her lap as another coughing fit struck.
Mrs. Robinson headed for the phone
in the kitchen. “Do you want me to make an appointment with your doctor?”
“I suppose. … Maybe she won’t have
any openings today.”
“Jess-i-ca.” Mrs. Robinson put her
hands on her hips reprovingly.
“Well… Can I help it if I’m not
crazy about doctors?”
“Jim must be rubbing off on you.
I’ll call.”
Jess just stared a moment into the
bright, lively blue eyes of her beautiful girl, just so thankful that she could.
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