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waitress. He’d have to be blind not to notice her obvious charms. And Sara knew his eyesight was perfect. “Yeah, I’ll be around. Keep the change.”
    “Thank you. Hurry back.” She made it a point to rub her boobs against his shoulder when she bent over to pick up the money and the check.
    Chris looked over at Sara. “Ready to help me shop? We can stop somewhere on the way to work.”
    For the first time all afternoon, the waitress looked directly at Sara, then the girl’s smile widened. It was clear she didn’t see Sara as competition. Which, of course, she wasn’t.
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    “Ambulance 25, young male, suspected overdose in the parking lot at 3317 East Colfax. Please respond. Code 10.”
    “That’s the Bluebird,” Sara told Chris. She picked up the mic and spoke into it. “Ambulance 25, roger.” She flipped on the lights and siren.
    Chris hesitated at the entrance of City Park, looked both ways and pulled out when there was an opening. Like the parting of the Red Sea, cars moved to the side of the road and stopped to allow the ambulance passage.
    “Was there a show at the Bluebird tonight?” he asked as he eased through an intersection as quickly as safety allowed.
    “Probably.” Sara glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard. “It’s about time for it to be letting out.”
    “Ever been there…for a show, I mean?” he asked, skillfully steering the ambulance around a panicky driver who had stopped in the middle of the road.
    “No, I haven’t had a chance. How about you?”
    Chris nodded. “Yeah, back when I was a teenager, I went there a few times. I even caught The Fray there.”
    “Sounds like a disease.”
    “You don’t know The Fray?” Chris was surprised. The local Denver band had provided the anthem for his youth.
    “Of course I do. Remember how I used to play ‘
How to Save a Life’
over and over until you threatened to break my CD?”
    “Oh, yeah, I had forgotten about that. You always did that.”
    “What?”
    “Get attached to a song and put it on repeat until you found a new song.” He slid a quick look at her before turning his attention back to the road. “I think they call that obsessive behavior.”
    “I view it as loyalty,” she retorted, but softened it with a smile. “I like what I like.”
    Chris pulled in, maneuvering around the remaining cars in the parking lot. A cop waved them toward a spot near the alley, and Chris inched along, dodging people who obliviously walked around the moving vehicle.
    “Shit, I don’t think we can get any closer. The crowd is too thick,” he grumbled.
    “Stop here,” Sara ordered. She relayed their status on the radio, then unsnapped her seat belt and hopped out.
    Chris braked, put the ambulance in park and followed her. She had already opened the back and picked up their kit. “Bring the narc kit,” she reminded him as she stepped out the back of the ambulance and melted into the crowd.
    He got the narc kit out of its locked compartment, shut the doors and made sure they were locked before he followed her. The group of people swarming around the vehicle looked like the kind of crowd that would rip the place apart, looking for the “good” drugs, not knowing they were sealed in the kit. Since the patient was several feet away and out of sight and there was only one cop on scene, locking the ambulance was definitely the wise move.
    “Everyone, please move back!” a cop shouted. “Give him some air.”
    The crowd pretty much ignored the cop and stopped to stare at the limp body on the pavement. Sara pushed her way through and Chris followed behind. While she knelt next to the young black man, Chris spread his arms and pushed the crowd back a few steps. The cop did the same, and a tall man wearing jeans and a button-down shirt and looking strangely out of place in the concert crowd followed suit. The three men continued to move outward until the patient had a little breathing room. Although, judging by the limpness of his