The Key Part VIII

Please see the folder for the other parts.


The Key - Part VIII

Jessica knew that time was crucial. She had only one goal. To get to the hospital where her father was being taken.

The officer walked slowly up to his dangerous, red-light runner. He glanced into the car and motioned to his partner that one was still inside the car. “Lady, do you have any weapons on you?”

“No.” answered Jessica with a very shaky voice.

“I’m going to let you stand and then cuff you. Do you understand me?” he said as he stepped slowly closer.

“Yes. Officer my father was in that ambulance. We were….”

“Don’t talk now. I am giving you instructions on what to do. “ said the large officer with short burr haircut.

He let Jessica stand up and then he pulled her hands together to cuff her.

The younger officer in the second car walked up to see if the first officer needed help.

“Do you need any. Oh my goodness. Can this be Jessica?” he asked as he holstered his gun. “I don’t believe my eyes. “

The first officer’s head spun around. “You know this law breaker, Sam? She ran two red lights and was trying to avoid arrest. Those are only the first few charges. If I find any other things in her car, then she and her passenger straight to jail.”

“Well I know her father. He was my advisor when I became an Eagle Scout. He even loaned me money when I went to the community college before I decided to become a policeman. Hey Jessica, why where you speeding?”

“My father was in that ambulance. We think that he might have had a stroke. Please let us get to the hospital. My mother is in the car. She can vouch for my story. They really can’t take care of dad until we sign papers and give them information for his insurance. Please.” uttered Jessica.

“Well I am not the arresting officer, but I can tell the officer that I would believe this lady.” responded the young man as he peeked into the car to check on the other lady. “Are you alright ma’am? Hello, do you remember me? I’m Sam Wilson. “

“Yes. Sam! Oh Sam. Greg has had a stroke. Can you please help us go? “ sniffed the Jessica‘s mother.

“Let me see what I can do.” said the athletic looking policeman as he walked up to the other officer to talk.

At the jail:
“It sure ain’t pretty is it.” said the soft voice as the lady ambulance driver came into the back room. She walked up to the gurney and put the sheet back on the body. “No one should have died like that. But then again, when you live the life on the streets as this young boy did. “ she shook her head. She walked around to the door and motioned for the other orderly to come help her push the gurney to the outside where the ambulance was waiting. A man with tattoos of snakes on his wrist gently pushed the gurney to the door.

“Hey what are you doing? I have two more pages to fill out and I won’t be rushed into making another mistake. “ said the Dr. Richards as he hit the folder in his hands.

“Look doc. We got more bodies to pick up. It has been a bad busy weekend for the criminals out there. You know what I mean?” said the orderly nicknamed ‘Turkey’. “The family wants this dude cremated anyway so what’s the fuss?” Turkey motioned with his head to the driver to get moving along. “Let’s go Tina. We should have been out of here 15 minutes ago. I don’t get any overtime any more.”

Tina walked out of the back room with the cell phone in her hands. She shrugged her shoulders. Then she glanced back at Morgan who was trying to stand behind a screen. She gave a small smile and winked. Finally she hurried to the ambulance. She got ready to call someone that a body of a sixteen year old drug addict had just been picked up.

Dr. Richards marched back to his desk where he threw down the folder. He tore off his white jacket and threw it across the desk. “That’s it. Tilt. I’ve had it. The city can keep it’s jail clinic and bodies and everything else. My life is…”

Ring. Ring. This time the phone was left unanswered because Dr. Richards had just walked out. The nurse was still in the bathroom, or was she? The policeman was on the far side of back of the building looking at a drunk who was passed out. And then there was Morgan. All alone. What is his next step?