A Chistmas Miracle
Copyright© 2021 by DB86
Chapter 1
“It looks like the same vehicle that caused the accident on the Interstate.” Sheriff Bert Thomas advised me, while he called in the license plate number of the SUV to the dispatcher. “Could be a DUI, but they also could be running away from something else. Maybe we should wait for backup, kid.”
“For the umpteenth time, I’m not a kid, Bert. I got this.”
My name is Nick Wallace and I am a Deputy Sheriff in Middletown.
We had chased and stopped a SUV that was weaving back and forth over the center line. The driver had been supposedly involved in a three-car crash on northbound Interstate 5 in Portland, leaving one person dead.
I got out and approached the vehicle. I tapped a knuckle on the window of the van and begin to converse with the driver. I noted another passenger in front, a frightened woman. She was making strange movements with her eyes. Something was wrong.
I moved a few feet back and gestured for the driver to step out of the vehicle.
The guy reached to unfasten his seatbelt, but he got a gun instead and shot straight at me. I stumbled backwards onto the road.
Shit! The vest saved me from a serious injury, but even so it hurt like hell.
“Freeze! Drop your weapon!” I heard Bert shouting.
The passenger door opened and the woman fell onto the road, screaming hysterically. “Help me! He kidnapped me.”
“Stay down, madam!” Bert shouted at her.
Just as I tried to stand, the tires skidded over the pavement, spitting up loose gravel, and the SUV fishtailed out of there.
I aimed my .38 and fired off a couple of rounds at the left rear tire. The car did a 180 on the pavement and skidded into the guard rail about a hundred yards away.
“You okay, kid?” Bert asked me, while I was rising unsteadily to my feet. He reached out to give me a hand.
“Yeah, the bastard got me in the vest.”
“I’ll get the woman,” Bert said.
I heard the sound of the minivan engine sputter. The suspect was attempting to make another escape.
The front door of the van swung open. The suspect hopped out and sprinted down the road.
“Don’t even think about it, kid. Don’t try to be a hero. Backup is on the way.”
Sirens wailed in the distance.
“I’m going after him,” I said to Bert, and broke into a run.
I barely registered Bert’s voice calling after me. I probably should have listened to him, but I couldn’t let the suspect get away.
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