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Davis checks on the man in the SUV while Lee reaches through the smashed car window and secures a c-collar around the woman’s neck. Davis radios for another ambulance before jogging toward the smashed car.

“He’ll be fine. I requested a second ambo.”

“Good deal.” Cap nods.

Tiny works the jaws on the crumbled door, and Fly Guy and Montgomery toss the door to the side once it’s been cut out.

Davis and Lee slide the unconscious victim onto the backboard and carry her to the ambulance stretcher. Lee hooks the woman up to an IV before Davis closes the back door, jogs over the driver’s side, jumps in, and takes off, lights flashing.

A second ambulance comes for the man who seems to gripe the entire time.

We wait on standby as the tow trucks come to haul the vehicles away.

I catch sight of Tiny out of the corner of my eye. His hand rests on Johnny’s shoulder as tears come to the old man’s eyes. Looking toward the SUV, I notice the crushed cart beneath the vehicle, something I’d missed seeing when we first got here.

Bummer. I’m relieved to see Johnny in one piece, but I feel for the man. His entire livelihood was just demolished because some jerk couldn’t wait two minutes to answer a text.

Tiny talks to Johnny, though I can’t make out what he’s saying as the rest of us stand together by the crash site, extinguishers in hand in case one of the vehicles decides to produce a gas leak.

Johnny nods and swipes his hand under his eyes before patting Tiny’s arm and walking away.

“What he’d say?” I ask when Tiny rejoins our group.

“I mean, the guy’s a mess. His cart was destroyed, obviously. His savings is depleted because his wife is going through cancer treatments. All their extra money is going to medical bills. He said it’s been rough. He’s devastated because he doesn’t know how he’s going to afford a new one, yet he needs a new cart because it’s the only income his family has right now.”

“That sucks,” Fly Guy says.

“There has to be something we can do,” Stokes chimes in.

“Exactly what I told him,” Tiny agrees.

“What’d you tell him?” I ask.

Tiny shrugs. “That we’d fix it.”

“That’s a huge promise, man. How are we going to fix it?” I question.

“Raise money. We’re always raising money for some cause. We can find a way to help him, too,” Tiny says, unzipping his turnout coat.

“I could talk to Cam?” Deacon chimes in. “Maybe we could host a Halloween party at her bar? Assign a cover charge? Cam could ask her boss if a portion of the profits could go to the Johnny fund.”

“That’s great.” I nod.

“It could definitely work!” Tiny grins.

“Yeah, we all know a lot of people,” Stokes says. “We invite everyone we know…”

“Any woman who has ever hit on us,” Fly Guy adds.

“Yes.” Tiny nods in agreement. “That alone is a lot of people. We have the opportunity to raise a lot of money. Anything left over after he replaces his cart and supplies could go to help with their medical bills.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Deacon says with a grin. “Cam’s boss has to approve this plan first.”

“I’m not worried about that. If Cam really wants something, she can get it.”

“That’s true.” Deacon nods.

“Great. Then it’s a plan.” Tiny claps his hands together just as two tow trucks pull up.

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