Back Seat Drivers
Halfway down the block, the echoing sounds of sirens bounced from the buildings as they saw the fire department and LAPD raced toward the carnage they’d left behind them. Des tried to duck out of the way, but as usual with downtown traffic he was barely able to nudge another driver over to give him space. There wouldn’t be much they could do to save the apartment, and it wasn’t as if they could go back. But he still loved the penthouse.
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