Brownstone by Dean Kutzler

Author:Dean Kutzler [Kutzler, Dean]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Ironclad Bindings
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

TO NEW YORK CITY AND ALL THE RESCUERS KEEP YOUR SPIRITS UP OKLAHOMA LOVES YOU!

“Way to go Oklahoma!” Jack’s heart leapt at the sight of the message. The banner was a little big, but it would have to do. Sprinting to the back of the church, he was lucky the sign hadn’t caught fire from the raging mess of the organ. He grabbed a tight hold of the banner’s edge and ran between the pews towards the front of the church, pulling the banner the rest of the way off the railing above, with the tieback cords trailing behind.

Flipping the banner around and with both hands fluffing it out like a long bed sheet, he laid it letter side up on the floor between the pews. A roar of applause suddenly sounded outside. They must have broken through the fence. No time to waste. He had to hurry.

Snatching the heavy book from the pew, he placed it about a foot from the corner edge of the banner and began the tedious task of folding the book over and over into the banner, down the entire length of the fabric until it looked like Paul Bunyan’s burrito. He folded the excess tarp over the mass, neatly concealing the book inside. He tied the package into a tight bundle with the tieback cords and by the time he was done, he heard the voice of the fire chief barking orders outside the church’s windows.

His muscles protested at the bulk weight of the bundle in his arms as he ran across the church and hopped over the wall into George Washington’s pew. Placing the bundle carefully under the pew, he crouched down out of sight behind the wall and waited for the right moment.

Not a second too soon. The door busted open from the force of the firefighter's battering ram and sent splinters sailing across the floor. Men dressed in bright yellow fire gear wearing red helmets burst through the entry and started filing into the church like ants on an anthill.

A young firefighter with glasses and a neatly trimmed beard spotted the vigil candles next to the president’s pew and broke off from the influx of firefighters heading toward the flaming fury. A frown formed behind the clear face shield attached to his helmet at the sight of the candles. Jack silently cursed himself for not blowing them out earlier as he held his breath. As quietly as he could, he pushed the bundled book to the far end underneath the pew and silently rolled his body alongside it.

“What are these people thinkin’ leaving dis shit lit,” he said bending down and blowing them out. When he finished, he started to turn and resume the brigade to the actual fire when something caught his eye.

Jack held his breath as the young man turned towards the pew.

“Huh, never knew dis was heer,” he said, hoisting up his fire gear and hooking a leg over the wall. It dangled in Jack’s face. He’d never

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