“Do I look like I’m screwing around?” Kevin barked at him. He shoved his badge into the man’s sweaty face and yanked it away fast. “Does this badge say I’m the firefighter in charge of playing games with idiots? Listen pal, we’re looking at a class three which is precisely seventy-two seconds from turning into a class five, and you know who’s gonna be held responsible for that? You. In fact, this needs to go into the official report. What’s your name, so we can call your family and tell ‘em you won’t be home for the next twenty years due to your ass being in prison?”
