They jumped into line with the fire engines racing up Laurel Canyon, then climbed Lookout Mountain Avenue up the steep hill. Trenchard, who was senior and also driving, shouted back. Emergency Services is already up, but you gotta make sure those people leave. Their supervisor, a patrol sergeant named Karen Philips, leaned into their car and shouted again. The helicopters pounded by so low that Beakman and Trenchard could not hear their supervisor. Fire crews from around the city were converging on Laurel Canyon like red angels, as were black-and-white Adam cars, Emergency Services vehicles, and water-dropping helicopters out of Van Nuys and Burbank. Our family of readers now extends around the world, with numbers in the millions.īEAKMAN AND Trenchard could smell the fire-it was still a mile away, but a sick desert wind carried the promise of Hell. ![]() ![]() – Carol Topping and Clay Fourrier for creating the wonderful worlds of our website and newsletter at RobertCrais. – Aaron Priest, Lisa Vance, and Lucy Childs for their wise counsel and zealous representation and, – my editor, Marysue Rucci, and publishers David Rosenthal and Louise Burke. The publication of a book requires many hands.
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