In Chicago, fire chief duties had meant coordinating multi-alarm fire responses, handling arson investigations, and fielding press conferences at a moment’s notice. Here in Starlight Cove? It meant chasing down a raccoon that broke in to the station’s snack stash, approving marshmallow-roasting proximity limits at the annual Let It Burn Bash, and making sure the undeniably hot—and also undeniably unhinged—tourist didn’t burn down the shed she’d made a temporary home.
