Melancholy Chapter 5
I had my gun with me and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a truck pull away. I did the craziest thing I had ever done in my life, I attempted to shoot the tires out. I was on the phone with 911 told them what was going on and what I had done and why I had done it. Luckily there was a patrol car near us it pulled into the parking lot as the two guys got out of the truck and started shooting in my direction.
I ran behind Paul’s car and laid flat on the ground while the two patrolmen opened fire on the two guys from the truck. I heard other voices from another direction. I carefully peeked around the bumper and saw the other squad car as the officers opened fire.
I started to cry hoping that Paul was not hurt nor hit by all the gunfire. I stayed put and heard someone approach, peering under the car I noticed the shoes were police issue and I had hoped whoever was wearing them was, in fact, a police officer.
A woman patrolman came around and said: “Keep your hands where I can see them.” She took my gun and helped me off the ground. By this time they had the other men assessed and were pronounced dead.
I told the officer: “My friend Paul is a state patrolman, he is assigned to the human trafficking task force. We were about to take some photos. My back was to him. I went to turn around and slipped and fell, by the time I was able to look up Paul was gone. I called and there was no answer.”
The officer had my elbow and we walked over toward the truck at that moment an ambulance pulled into the parking lot. The paramedics ran up to the truck with a gurney, one stuck his head inside the backseat of the truck he asked in a loud voice: “Paul Morgan? Can you hear me, Paul?”
I took a breath and felt light headed and nearly collapsed. There were two patrolmen near me they both reached out to grab me and walked me to the ambulance.
I asked the patrolmen if Paul was still alive. The patrolmen who had stuck his head in the truck said: “He was breathing when I looked inside the truck.”
I started to cry. Finally, I heard Paul yell: “Mary?”
With the help of the patrolmen they had Paul on the gurney; he was hooked to an IV. I yelled: “Paul! I am alright!”
I found out later I did not hit any of the tires just the right taillight. I was glad they stopped and that the patrolmen arrived when they did. They also took my weapon until the investigation was completed as with the one that was taken yesterday. Paul was now being placed into the ambulance, he turned to me and said: “You might as well go through the academy, you are better with firearms than most of the department.”
I laughed out loud and said: “I am too old, besides, I thought you wanted kids?!”
Paul was promoted to detective and is no longer doing any undercover work. After his cover was blown we both decided it would be for the best.
I am helping the investigation by using my skills; I am spending hours following the money. This is much more interesting than working at the bank. Paul and I had a quiet wedding and got to work making our first child.