Collision Course (A Josh Williams Novel) by Joe Broadmeadow Page A
Authors: Joe Broadmeadow
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saw the unmarked car for what it was and ran. It was clear he was holding something under the sweatshirt. Josh yelled into the radio for cars to move onto Grosvenor to cut him off. As he did this, he remembered all those times he told people, Don't yell into the radio, it makes it unreadable. Yet he continued to yell locations. Adrenaline is a compelling chemical.
The suspect seemed injured; there was a strangeness to his movements, a stiffness in one leg, and an awkward running motion.
Josh thought, Maybe he has the shotgun down his pants?
Nevertheless, he was still quick. They ran from John Street onto Grove Street into the parking lot. As they neared Saint Domenicks, he heard a radio broadcast of a suspect in custody. Strange how that could be since Josh was gaining on the guy and still had him in sight.
Maybe there was a second suspect? No time to think about it, his guy was right there in front of him and Josh was gaining ground.
Chapter 15: March 15, 2006, 5:00PM
As the girl ran out, she was on her cell phone calling 911, hysterical...
The dispatcher at EPPD Communications center was not having a good day.
Divothead staggered to his feet, moved unsteadily to the front door. He heard the sirens and knew he needed to get out of there. Moving to his car, he jumped in, started it, and tried to drive inconspicuously out the back lot. As he approached the road, a young, white, female, soon to be ex-employee of the store, appeared in front of him.
He reacted badly.
Instead of stopping, he jerked the wheel to the right and hit the gas pedal. While Divothead was not conscientious about vehicle maintenance, even a poorly maintained Camaro can go fast.
The car jumped the parking barrier, bouncing violently, and forcing Divothead's foot even harder onto the accelerator. The car shot across the road, T-boned a telephone pole, adding more damage to Divothead's injuries and quickly terminating his escape.
Chapter 16: March 15, 2006, 5:05PM
The first car on the scene was Officer Donald "Straphanger" Jones. Born in New York City, he bragged that growing up in the Big Apple made him immune to violent scenes and bloodshed. He bragged nothing would bother him and, in the ways of working in a small city police department, so far managed to avoid direct contact with anything approaching what he was about to encounter.
Entering the front of the store, he came around the cashier's counter, saw chunks of skull, brain matter, blood, and proceeded to distribute his morning breakfast all over his uniform, the floor, and the freshly delivered bread in the display.
Two more officers arrived and made their way through the store, looking for suspects, and trying to avoid being hit by Straphanger's breakfast shrapnel.
Deciding no living persons, other than cops, occupied the store, they radioed the information to dispatch.
Dispatch responded that the female caller, still on the line, was behind the building and the suspect was involved in a crash.
The officers ran outside. Straphanger was not sure if yesterday's dinner was going to join in abandoning ship, so he decided to secure the crime scene from outside the front door.
As the other two officers came around the building they saw a smoking Chevy Camaro against the telephone pole, a male lying in the street, and an hysterical young girl, screaming into a cell phone, kicking the male in the head.
Running up to the girl, they pulled her away from the now whimpering male. "Hold on sweetheart, what the hell are you doing?" asked Sergeant David Harriman.
"He was going to shoot me, that guy had a rifle and was going to shoot me but the other guy stopped him," sobbing, trying to get the words out between deep breaths.
Sergeant Harriman looked at Officer Wiley, who was searching Divothead for weapons. They both started scanning the area, weapons drawn. "What other guy?"
"The black guy, he told me to run, he helped me, he saved my life," she continued sobbing
The suspect seemed injured; there was a strangeness to his movements, a stiffness in one leg, and an awkward running motion.
Josh thought, Maybe he has the shotgun down his pants?
Nevertheless, he was still quick. They ran from John Street onto Grove Street into the parking lot. As they neared Saint Domenicks, he heard a radio broadcast of a suspect in custody. Strange how that could be since Josh was gaining on the guy and still had him in sight.
Maybe there was a second suspect? No time to think about it, his guy was right there in front of him and Josh was gaining ground.
Chapter 15: March 15, 2006, 5:00PM
As the girl ran out, she was on her cell phone calling 911, hysterical...
The dispatcher at EPPD Communications center was not having a good day.
Divothead staggered to his feet, moved unsteadily to the front door. He heard the sirens and knew he needed to get out of there. Moving to his car, he jumped in, started it, and tried to drive inconspicuously out the back lot. As he approached the road, a young, white, female, soon to be ex-employee of the store, appeared in front of him.
He reacted badly.
Instead of stopping, he jerked the wheel to the right and hit the gas pedal. While Divothead was not conscientious about vehicle maintenance, even a poorly maintained Camaro can go fast.
The car jumped the parking barrier, bouncing violently, and forcing Divothead's foot even harder onto the accelerator. The car shot across the road, T-boned a telephone pole, adding more damage to Divothead's injuries and quickly terminating his escape.
Chapter 16: March 15, 2006, 5:05PM
The first car on the scene was Officer Donald "Straphanger" Jones. Born in New York City, he bragged that growing up in the Big Apple made him immune to violent scenes and bloodshed. He bragged nothing would bother him and, in the ways of working in a small city police department, so far managed to avoid direct contact with anything approaching what he was about to encounter.
Entering the front of the store, he came around the cashier's counter, saw chunks of skull, brain matter, blood, and proceeded to distribute his morning breakfast all over his uniform, the floor, and the freshly delivered bread in the display.
Two more officers arrived and made their way through the store, looking for suspects, and trying to avoid being hit by Straphanger's breakfast shrapnel.
Deciding no living persons, other than cops, occupied the store, they radioed the information to dispatch.
Dispatch responded that the female caller, still on the line, was behind the building and the suspect was involved in a crash.
The officers ran outside. Straphanger was not sure if yesterday's dinner was going to join in abandoning ship, so he decided to secure the crime scene from outside the front door.
As the other two officers came around the building they saw a smoking Chevy Camaro against the telephone pole, a male lying in the street, and an hysterical young girl, screaming into a cell phone, kicking the male in the head.
Running up to the girl, they pulled her away from the now whimpering male. "Hold on sweetheart, what the hell are you doing?" asked Sergeant David Harriman.
"He was going to shoot me, that guy had a rifle and was going to shoot me but the other guy stopped him," sobbing, trying to get the words out between deep breaths.
Sergeant Harriman looked at Officer Wiley, who was searching Divothead for weapons. They both started scanning the area, weapons drawn. "What other guy?"
"The black guy, he told me to run, he helped me, he saved my life," she continued sobbing
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