JULIAN

I was deep asleep when my phone rang. I reached for my phone without opening my eyes, expecting nothing important.

Two AM calls were usually misdials, wrong numbers reaching the wrong person in the middle of the night. "Hello," I said, my voice rough.

"Is this Julian Cross?" a man's voice asked, his voice was professional and alert. "Yes," I replied, sitting up slightly.

"Mr. Cross, this is Captain Daniel Harris with the Brooklyn Fire Department," the voice said. "We're currently responding to a fire at a commercial property in Sunset Park. Our records show you're listed as an emergency contact for a business registered at this address."

I...