Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I crawled as quietly as I could, pushing boxes out of the way as I went.
Then I nearly smacked myself on the forehead as I realized I probably pushed the boxes out past the bed frame, which would surely inform whomever was in my apartment to where I was.
Goddammit, Viddy. What the fuck were you thinking shoving all these boxes under here? I cursed myself.
Once I was as far under as I could be, I started to rearrange the boxes before curling into a ball at the top of my bed, just underneath the headboard.
Pulling my phone up to my chest, I said a silent prayer that the buttons on the side of the phone worked to call an emergency contact as it said it would, and held it for the allotted four seconds.
Miraculously, it did work, and the number was dialing as I placed it against my ear.
“Spurlock.” Trance answered tersely.
***
Trance
“Sit. The. Fuck. Down.” I seethed.
My left hand was covering the side of my face, and my .40 caliber automatic was in my hand, pointing straight at the boy I’d just pulled over.
“Get your hands behind your back. Now. I won’t fuckin’ hesitate to shoot you. Not after you just tried to stab me in the face.” I growled.
“Unit 5-2. This is dispatch. Do you still need assistance?” One of my favorite dispatchers, Justice Lee (And no, she’s a mother of five… not a stripper), asked through the radio connected to my collar.
Letting the bleeding cut on my face go, I reached across my chest and depressed the button before answering. “10-4. I need backup. 10-24. Two patients.”
10-24 was the police code stating that I needed an ambulance. Personally, I thought it’d be easier to say that I needed a medic. The captain didn’t like when we clogged up the channel with useless chatter, though, so everything was kept to a minimum.
“10-4. Medic 3 and a blue and white en route.” Justice Lee affirmed.
“Don’t move a fuckin muscle. I’m serious!” I bellowed when the driver started to move up to his hands.
He dropped back down quickly, letting his arms fall to the ground above his head.
The girl was still in the backseat, freaking out, but at least now she wasn’t screaming.
Radar was in the back of my squad car, going fucking nuts, which was what distracted me for the five seconds it took for me to look over at him. If he hadn’t barked, I’d have had that knife to the temple instead of it just slicing me from temple to cheek.
Walking carefully, I dropped down until I had a knee in the boy’s back, and then cuffed him, leaving him there for the time being so I could go check on the girl.
I was on the opposite side of the car when the boy decided to make a run for it, cuffs and all.
Sighing, I hurried over to the cruiser, let Radar out, and commanded him to retrieve while I went and checked on the girl again.
I heard the snarling and barking, but didn’t look up.
Instead, all my focus was on the young teenage girl who’d been so brutally beaten that a small cramp started up in my stomach, threatening to repel its contents.
“Honey,” I whispered softly. “My name is Officer Spurlock. You’re safe.”
When she didn’t answer, I tried again. “Sweetheart, can you tell me your name?”
“J-j-jenna. J-Jenna H-Hathway.” The girl sobbed.
“Jenna, honey, can you tell me what hurts?” I asked slowly, moving the light over her body.
“My t-tummy. A-and I t-think my foot is b-broken.”
I had a feeling that her ‘tummy’ was actually something else, but I prayed I was wrong.
I heard the distinctive ‘buurrrp’ of another unit pulling up, letting it’s siren chirp once. I looked up to find Loki stepping out of the unmarked with a smile on his face.
“I passed something about 500 yards that way,” he said indicating the direction with his thumb. “I let Radar continue to play with his toy, though. You need any help?”
His eyes were trained on my face, which I’m sure had a very nice gory effect to it. At the negative shake of my head, he nodded once and came up to the side of the car.
His eyes darkened with rage when he saw the young girl who still had her head buried in the crease of the backseat.
“Jenna, sweetheart. I have another officer here with me now. His name is Officer Rector. He’s going to stay with you while I go get my dog. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
I took her at her word and left just as two more cruisers and an ambulance pulled up.
I ignored them as I took off at a slow jog towards Radar who had the teen pinned to the ground.
Radar’s maw was at the kid’s neck, and I slowed down before coming to a stop at the kid’s side.
“You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent...” I said as I read him his Miranda Rights.
Once done, I called Radar to heel, stood the kid up to his feet, and walked him back to the cruiser where I practically shoved him down into the car’s backseat.
It should be fun for him since Radar had to sit beside him.
Although there was a divider between the two seats, he still had to stare at Radar’s eyes the entire ride to the cooler.
The cooler was what police called jail, and this boy was going to be in it for a while.
Not only did he resist arrest, he evaded the police, assaulted a police officer, and most likely abducted and raped a young girl.
The boy was going away for a while, and with any luck, he was eighteen and would be there for a long time.
“Radar, in.” I called.
Radar went to his side of the car and got in without complaint.
I left the door open for him just in case, and went to the side of the vehicle where they were working on getting the girl out of the car.
“Hey man, she’s asking for you. Can you get her calm so we can get her in the ambulance?” The medic said from in front of me.