Tad turned to see two young
street kids standing, watching. “Be my guest,” he told them. They took him at
his word, kicking and pounding on Daws as if he was a hunk of meat that needed
tenderizing.
Suddenly a spotlight lit the
alley. Roy looked
up to see two officers getting out of a patrol car. One of them shouted for
every to freeze, his hand on the butt of his gun. The two street kids turned and
ran, vanishing into the darkness at the far end of the alley.
Roy got up, stepping away from the punk. Tad joined him,
one hand wrapped around his other wrist, which throbbed painfully.
The patrol officers came up,
looking down at Daws and the punk. One of them smiled tightly. “I take it they
attacked the two of you.”
“Yes sir,” Tad replied,
shuddering.
“Hurt?” the other one asked,
noting how Tad what holding his wrist. Tad nodded. The officer immediately
called for an ambulance while his partner knelt to check the two toughs on the
ground. He looked up; saying, “Call in to let them know we’ve got Daws,
finally,” and then he cuffed him and the other punk.
“I’ll need ID from both of
you,” the standing office said to Tad and Roy.
“I…don’t have any,” Roy told him, glancing
fearfully at Tad.
“I don’t either,” Tad said.
“We left our ID at my place.”
“Your place?”
“Yes, sir.” Tad sighed in
relief when he heard an ambulance siren and seconds later saw it pull into the
alley behind the patrol car. For the moment the officer’s questioning was on
hold.
It didn’t take long for the
EMTs to determine that Daws and his partner both needed to be transported to
the hospital. One of the EMTs examined Tad’s wrists, deeming them badly
sprained but not broken. When he suggested that Tad go to the hospital, Tad
vehemently shook his head. The EMT muttered something about street kids that
Tad chose to ignore, and then wrapped his wrists with elastic bandages.
By then the two punks had
been loaded into the ambulance. One of the officers jumped in the back to watch
them and the ambulance took off. The other officer told Tad and Roy that they’d have to
come down to the station house with him. Tad could tell that Roy was about to
take off running when he heard that and put an arm around his shoulders,
telling him it would be all right. Roy
hesitated before he nodded. “Promise?” he whispered.
“Promise,” Tad replied,
hoping it was one he could keep.
Aaaccckkkkk love it! Omg yes maybe something good is done, there’s always a but hanging around like a dead bird caught in a net.
ReplyDeleteYeah, unfortunately, that does happen sometimes. Time will tell if there's a 'but' this time or not.
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