Flint's Fury

By Stephani Hecht

Flint had always been a rough city to live in, however there was one thin thread holding it together. One Miss Victoria Smith. Everybody looked up to her as a mentor and mother figure. So, one night, when she is shot and killed, the city goes into an uproar. Then, Flint has a full blown riot on their hands.

All the EMS boys are brought in to help. There are some injuries, new members, moments of profound grief, and one happy incident. Experience it all as you read Flint’s Fury.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: Nov 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781487405489

Stephani Hecht

Stephani Hecht is a happily married mother of two. Born and raised in Michigan, she loves all things about the state, from the frigid winters to the Detroit Red Wings hockey team. Go Wings! You can usually find her snuggled up to her laptop, creating her next book or gorging on caffeine at her favorite coffee shop.When she’s not running around like crazy, trying to get her kids to their various activities, she’s currently working on numerous projects. Not only is now beginning to self-publish, but she has several series with several publishers. When asked why she works so hard, her answer always remains the same, “Work? I love to write. I just can’t believe that they’re paying me to do this. It’s a dream come true.”

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Show me a hero and I’ll write you the tragedy-Fitzgerald

Flint had always been a rough city to live in, however there was one thin thread holding it together. One Miss Victoria Smith. Everybody looked up to her as a mentor and mother figure. So one night, when she is shot and killed, the city goes into an uproar and Flint has a full blown riot on their hands.

All the EMS boys are brought in to help. There are some injuries, new members, moments of profound grief, and one happy incident. Experience it all as you read Flint’s Fury.

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Flint’s Fury

Copyright © 2015 Stephani Hecht

ISBN: 978-1-4874-0548-9

Cover art by Angela Waters

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Flint’s Fury

EMS Heat Book 19

By

Stephani Hecht

Chapter One

It all started with one single shot. That wasn’t that different, really. Most wars, battles, moments of civil of unrest, coups, and riots started that simply enough. What set this one apart was the victim, one Miss Victoria Smith.

Miss Smith was more than one of the ever-growing elderly who were struggling to survive in the growing streets of Flint, she was the Mother of Flint. What she lacked for in money, she made up for in heart. Members of all gangs could be seen on her stoop, looking for advice, a kind word, or simply a gentle hug. If there was a rally, she was there. A protest to be had, she led the march. A cause for her kids, she yelled the loudest.

For somebody to just shoot her in the head as she walked alone in the cold dark streets, was unfathomable. It was also the spark that finally set off the fuel had been smoldering in the city of violence for years. Once that spark flared, it started a blaze.

This wildfire would not be going out soon. For not only was every person in the city determined to be the one who caught the punk bastard who killed their mother, but they were going to make said bastard pay in the worst way possible. There would be no mercy—only street justice.

* * * *

Matt was standing outside by his rig as he stared out at the city. While a lot of people may not have felt safe being in his position, he had no trouble with it. First, Matt had been working for several years as a medic in Flint and had earned the respect of the locals. He could have moved on to a nicer city with a much higher pay, but he’d stayed on just because he was one of the few who still believed in the city.

Second, the people had gotten under his skin. As he looked out, he didn’t see night and stars shining down on a burned out hull of what had once been a great place. He didn’t see the crack or heroin junkies slumped down against the sides of the depilated buildings. He didn’t see all the big factories and once great buildings shuttered up. He saw Flint as it was meant to be, layers of beauty and cultures living together, working together. The city was so alive that on nights like this, Matt could almost swear he could see the streets taking in breaths and the heart beating in the far off distance.

Which was why it began to annoy the hell out of him when Keyto Rennings began to hurl small stones on the other side of the rig. Ping! It wasn’t overly loud, but still it drew Matt out of his deep thoughts, which were far and few between. Ping! What in the fuck was up with Keyto? A twelve-year old who lived in the area that Matt patrolled, the kid didn’t usually make such bother. A local with a short stature and too much bark for his bite, Keyto was one of Matt’s favorites. Sure, he may bug for a candy bar or a can of soft drink now and again, but that didn’t bother Matt. One less Milky Way meant one less half hour on the treadmill, so he didn’t have one more inch on his ass.

Matt continued to ignore him. Keyto was, if anything, impatient. Sure enough, a few moments later, Matt could hear floppy smacks making their way over the pavement. Damn it, but when would the youth center even get the funds to get Keyto the right size shoes? If Matt thought that Keyto would accept it, the medic would go out and buy the kid a new pair. Matt knew that he would refuse them. A candy bar was one thing, but Keyto had his pride if nothing else. The only piece of clothing that Keyto had