Meeting Destiny (36 page)

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Lauren, calm down. You can’t help him if you aren’t calm. Take a deep breath. Help is on the way, but I need you to try to find where all the blood is coming from and get it to stop. Can you do that for me, Lauren?”

In my mind I could hear, “Relax, Lauren, calm yourself.” I took a deep breath and without moving him began to scan every inch of him, beginning with his head, neck, shoulders, then as if the hole could not have been more clear, I could see it. It was huge. “I, I…found the bullet hole, it’s in his chest. Blood is pouring out of it.”

The dispatcher asked, “Okay, good job. You need to apply pressure to the wound, to stop the bleeding. Are you applying pressure?”

I found a wadded up gym towel on the floor in the back seat and pressed it to his chest. “Yes, I’m applying pressure. He isn’t breathing.” I could hear Rewsna clearly through my thoughts. “Remain calm, pay attention to your surroundings.” I looked in all directions while I had both hands holding a towel against Paul’s chest. I didn’t see the gray sedan. I started blaring the car horn with my free hand trying to get someone’s attention.

Paul reached out and grabbed my arm with one of his hands. “Not a cop. Ms. McMasters’ barter…” He took two deep breaths, and released. His entire body went limp in that second. I held the towel to his chest but knew there was no reason to do so. Paul had died right there in front of me.

I heard sirens before I could see anything. I sat there with my back to the windshield, facing Paul’s body, still holding the towel. I was getting tunnel vision as if I were getting ready to pass out. I knew I needed to focus. I couldn’t black out. I needed to wait for help. My body felt so heavy, then I heard Rewsna in my head, “
Pay attention to your surroundings, what do you see? Now! Child, look around you
.” I willed myself back to reality. My back was still to the windshield but I took a long look around me. There was no gray sedan in any direction.

I blared the car horn another seven long bursts. I saw someone approaching the car, wearing sweatpants and a too-large t-shirt. He wore something on his head. As he approached, his pace sped up the last twenty feet when he realized that my blasts were really for help. On the other side of the street another man was watching me but made no movement to provide assistance. He was watching, holding his position.

I couldn’t tell how tall he was from that distance, but he was standing next to a parking meter. He seemed relatively short because the top of the meter was even with his chest. His hair was dark. He was wearing dress slacks with a sweatshirt, an odd combination. The first man that had come to assist was asking me questions that I didn’t respond to. I could hear a siren drawing closer.

I lost focus on the man across the street long enough to look at the man that had trotted over to help and was leaning in through the driver’s side door. He asked, “Miss, are you okay?” I nodded numbly but looked back to where the observer had been standing and saw that he was now walking into an apartment building with his back to the street.

An ambulance arrived. When I saw it pull up, I felt a huge sense of relief knowing Max would be here to tell me everything would be all right. Paul sat motionless on the seat beside me. I heard a lot of shouting, but I couldn’t make sense of the words. I kept searching the faces looking from one to another but couldn’t find Max. Where was Max? I felt a hand hold my wrist and move it from Paul’s chest. I heard a voice talking to me but still couldn’t make out the words. A paramedic was here, but it wasn’t Max. He asked me if I knew what day it was. I didn’t. He asked if I knew where I was. I nodded but couldn’t make words form; my voice had disappeared. Another paramedic was now at the passenger side door shining a light in my eyes, taking my pulse and talking to me. It wasn’t Max either.

I tried to comprehend what all had happened. Paul was dead. I heard the paramedic say, “She’s in shock. We need to get her to the hospital.” At this I looked straight at him and tears began flowing down my cheeks as if someone had turned on a faucet. I managed to get out, “I…need….to talk….to M-M-Max Meyer.” I started shaking like crazy. I couldn’t be sure if I had said it loud enough for him to hear, so I said again, “I….need….Max Meyer.”

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Who is Max? Was Max driving the car?” A third man, maybe a detective, was standing there with a note pad. I shook my head and reached up and grabbed the paramedic’s shirt. I asked, “Where is Max? He’s working tonight. Where is Max Meyer?”

The paramedic looked in my eyes, “You mean Max Meyer that works with us?” I nodded quickly and he answered, “Hold on.” I waited a couple minutes, I could see the paramedic was talking on a handheld radio, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. He walked back over to the car and told me, “Max is working tonight, what’s your name?”

“
He’s my boyfriend. Tell him I need him.”

The paramedic nodded, “You are in shock. We need to take you to the hospital. I’ll radio ahead and tell Max to meet us there, okay?” The tears that I had almost under control flooded my eyes again as I nodded. “What’s your name?”

“
Lauren.”

“
Do you know what happened to your friend?”

I nodded again and was able to get out, “Paul Stratford, he got shot by a cop, I think. He’s dead, isn’t he?”

The paramedic nodded. That was it, everything went black. The next thing I knew I was in the ambulance. The paramedic’s name tag read “Phil.” Max rarely talked about the people at work other than his partner, so Phil wasn’t familiar to me. He saw that I was again coherent. “Hi, Lauren, how are you feeling?”

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Okay.” Paul and I were pulled over by someone that may or may not have been a policeman. That person killed Paul right in front of my eyes and could have killed me. I am on a trip to the hospital, again. “Where’s Max?”

“
Lauren, I spoke with Max. He’s at the hospital now, waiting for us. You’re going to be fine.” His smile was reassuring.

Phil was right. We were no sooner through the doors at the hospital and there was Max. He grabbed my hand tightly then lifted my eyelids with his other. I was able to focus on him, and he smiled a forced smile back at me. I was strapped on a gurney being wheeled into an exam room. He walked alongside me asking medical questions about me to Phil while a nurse was walking with us taking notes. I found the only thing I wanted to concentrate on were Max’s eyes.

We got to an exam room, and now that I was with Max, I somehow felt stronger. I could focus on what people were saying around me, about me. He was still holding my hand, and it felt as if my strength was somehow coming from him. Max, Phil, the nurse and the doctor were all talking about me when I felt like my voice belonged to me again.

All eyes in the room were on me when I told them, “I’m okay, I wasn’t hurt. I need to talk to the police about what happened.” Max squeezed my hand and smiled at me, his normal smile this time, not the one he had forced himself to wear when I got here.

The doctor told me, “Lauren, you’re in shock. We’re giving you some fluids and a sedative to calm you down a little.”

I all but shouted, “No, please, no sedative. I really need to talk to the police. Max, can you call Officer Johnson for me? I need to talk to him.” Max nodded that he could. “Doctor really, I’m fine, I was just freaked out by what happened, but I’m okay. I need to tell the police what happened right away.”

The doctor nodded and motioned to the nurse, “The police are waiting outside. Let them know she can talk to them right away.”

I didn’t recognize the person that came into my room. Max stayed with me. I was sitting up in the bed. The man held out a hand to me, “Hi, Lauren, I’m Detective Reed.” I shook his hand and forced a smile. The man who shot Paul pretended to be a policeman, or maybe he was a policeman with a strange sense of justice. I’d never heard of Detective Reed. I cautiously asked, “Detective Reed, do you have any photo ID on you?”

Detective Reed reached into the breast pocket of his jacket and pulled out his credentials. I looked at them and they appeared to be genuine. “Thanks.” Under normal circumstances I would trust what my eyes were showing me, I would put more credence in the fact that my body wasn’t giving me any warning signs, I would simply believe that this detective was exactly who he said he was. But there was nothing normal about the last couple hours. “Can you get Officer Keith Johnson on the phone?”

Max instinctively moved between the detective and me and looked like he was ready to brawl. Detective Reed pulled out his cell phone without a word, dialed a number and said, “Good evening Sergeant, I need a 20 on Keith Johnson. Is he on tonight?” There was a pause while the Desk Sergeant must have been speaking to the detective. “Great. Can you patch me to him? Thanks!” Another short pause and then I heard, “Keith, this is Reed, I’ve got Lauren Davis at the hospital and she wants to talk to you. I’m going to hand her the phone.”

His expression was neither condescending nor frustrated when I took the phone from his hand. I asked, “Officer Johnson, is that you?” into the receiver.

His familiar voice replied, “Lauren, what’s going on? What’re you doing at the hospital? I saw I missed a couple calls from you and hadn’t had a chance to call you back.”

“
You recognize the detective, right?”

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Sure, what’s going on?”

“
A cop…a guy… a guy I think was a cop…shot Paul. He just…he just walked up to the car and shot him.”

“
Lauren, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

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Yeah, a little freaked, but okay.”

“
Can you put Detective Reed on?”

I handed the phone to the Detective. The two talked briefly, then I heard, “I’ll get her statement and meet you at the station as soon as I’m done here. Yeah, I’ll tell them.”

While Max stayed in the room, I relayed the events of the night in as much detail as I could remember. I wasn’t able to give a good description of the man that had impersonated a policeman and shot Paul. The detective asked me questions throughout. After I had relayed the whole story, he asked me a few more, “Did Paul seem to recognize the person that shot him?”

I paused for a minute and thought about it. “Right before Paul died he said something that didn’t make sense. He said ‘Not a cop, Ms. McMasters’
something,
then he died.”

“
Where were you when Paul made this statement?”

“
The intersection where I stopped the car – 23
^rd
and King.”

I replayed the events over and over in my head, answering all the questions the best that I could, giving even the minutest details. At the end of the interview it felt like I had been answering questions for hours. The detective asked, “Did you see anything else that could help in the investigation?”

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I was so scared I’m not sure how or even if this is relevant. When I was waiting for the ambulance to come, I saw a man across the street watching our car. I had blared the horn a bunch of times to signal that I needed help. The man I saw just stood across the street staring, without coming over. It seemed weird at the time because another guy came to help. I wouldn’t have thought anything of it, except the man watching left before the police and ambulance arrived. You know, if he were really interested in what was going on, he would have stayed and watched, right?”

The detective scribbled something in his book and asked, “Did you see where he went?”

I nodded, “Yeah, he went into an apartment building right behind him. It might be nothing, and I wouldn’t mention it at all except it looked like he was wearing a sweatshirt with dress pants.” The detective stopped writing and looked at me confused. I explained, “Well, it’s way too hot for a sweatshirt this time of year, and who wears one with dress pants?”

The detective stood up. “I think I’ve got everything I need. Thanks for all your cooperation. I’ll fill Keith in on everything.”

The detective left and the nurse came back into my room and checked my vitals. “Nurse, I’m really feeling much better. I don’t think I need to be here. Can I go home now?”

The nurse pursed her lips and looked from me to Max, “I think we should have the doctor take a look at you again. If he says you’re clear, I can start your discharge, but going into shock is nothing to take lightly. He may want to keep you here for observation tonight.” She walked out leaving me with Max.

Max was at a loss, “Can I get you anything?”

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No.”

“
Do you want me to call Molly?”

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Let’s wait and see what the doctor says.” He nodded. No sense calling to tell her a whole lot of nothing.