The courage to walk into the flames.The knowledge to come out when the job's done. The memory arrived unbidden, just suddenly there, sharp as broken glass. The child had come to him again, as she had countless times since the first awful midnight years ago. His mouth opened. His lips moved, soundlessly screaming, No! No! Virginia read about the tragedy in the paper the day after it happened. There was a house fire. A child climbed out a window...