The Key Part VII

The Key Part VII

Jessica and her mother tried to drive almost bumper to bumper with the ambulance. It was a moonless night with a moderate amount of traffic. She gripped the steering wheel so tight that her knuckles were white. Her mother sat in the rider’s side and fiddled with the seat belt. Tears were welling up in her eyes which made the seat belt connection difficult.

“Oh please God. Deliver my husband from the Angel of Death. He is my life. I don’t know,” and then she began a silent sobbing that brought the large tears from her eyes as the seat belt ends slipped from her fingers.

“Mother. We’ll get him to the hospital on time. The medics in this side of town are the best. The hospital is the best.” replied Jessica as she ran a red light.

R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r! “This is the police. Pull over lady.” said the police car that followed them. “I said pull over!”

Jessica’s eyes opened wide as she sped through a second light to keep up with the ambulance. Her breathing became almost panting. She tried to pass a car that had got between her and the ambulance. As she passed the car she honked and then speeded up.

A second police car joined the first. The lights were blinking and their horn was blaring loudly. It pulled in front of her to slow her down. She glanced at her mother and slowly pulled over to the right. She finally put her head down on the wheel . A policeman got out of his car but stood behind the door. He reached in a got the microphone.

“Driver of the car. Get out with your hands up. Then slowly get on the ground with your hands above your head. NOW!” He and his partner had their guns trained on the driver’s side of the car.

At the jail:
“Thomas. The young boy who escaped an hour ago is suspected to be outside. They want you to go check outside. Hurry!” said the nurse.

“Oh I bet that it is that homeless man again. He tries to go through the garbage for the food that is thrown away. I’ve seen him here several times. He is harmless.” laughed the policeman as he sauntered out the back door.

“Doctor Richards, the coroner is insisting for you to get that document up now. He has even got the judge saying that you will be held in contempt is you do not get it out now.” said the nurse as she tossed the form on his desk. “While you are doing that, I have to go to the bathroom. Nature is calling and I must answer. “

“Wait a dog-gone minute.” shouted Dr. Richards as he pounded his desk. “I swear I’ll go to the Department of Dermatology at the university if this doesn’t get better. A pimple a day is better than what I’m getting paid here.” He went to the filing cabinet and got the form. With a thin folder in his hand he slammed the drawer hard and then walked to his cluttered desk.

As he sat down at his desk, Morgan eyes opened up. He sat up and started rubbing his head. He looked slowly around and shook his head a couple of times. He silently slid off the table and picked up his jacket. He saw the exit sign and quietly went towards the door. In the hallway was the gurney with the sheet covered body of Alex Fonteneau, drug addict, who unfortunately passed away while in jail. Morgan heard a knock at the back door and knew he had to act fast. It was either back in the clinic and then jail again or freedom the hard way. He heard a knocking on the door. “Hey open up. We got a body to get and fix it up. The judge says you got to give it to us now.” shouted the driver from Cloud Nine Eternal Rest Funeral Home.

Morgan thought that he heard movement from the clinic area. He knew that the doctor would not wait long to open the door. He started walking to the gurney. He did not disrespect the dead, but he was sure that Alex would feel the same way if the situation was reversed. He pulled the gurney around and lifted the sheet. He suddenly felt sick at his stomach. The feeling got so bad that he ran to the trash can and begin to vomit. His stomach heaved two more times and then he got a paper towel from the sink. As he wet it to wipe his mouth he heard a voice.

Whose voice was it? And how about Jessica? Did the police cuff her and her mother?
Looks like we’ll be trying to get some answers the next time.