Excerpt from COMBUSTIBLE a novel by Billy O’Connor & Frank Pace
On this last morning of the first year of the new century, the sun was trying to crash through the thick clouds blanketing the South Bronx. Inside the five boroughs’ busiest firehouse, Conor Kilcullen was sipping coffee and about to sink his teeth into a bagel when three air horn blasts shattered the silence. The house watchman’s voice thundered over the intercom: “Everybody goes! Truck, engine, and chief! Everybody goes! Get out! Get out! Get…