The Perfect Solution-A Suspense of Choices (31 page)

Detective Serge ran to the glass and fired shots at Mona's retreating back. Missing his mark he ran to the rear of the building and out of the unlocked door.

Landing on the ground in a tuck and roll position, Mona got to her feet as quickly as possible, running across the parking lot and into the middle of the four-lane traffic, zigging and zigging through the traffic to avoid being hit.

With the rain falling and the lights of the oncoming cars ascending in her direction, the form of Mona Boots looked like a creature from a B-rated horror flick. Black coat flying behind her like a demon's cape, Mona slowed her speed. Coming to a halt in the middle of the street arms spread and legs akimbo, she threw back her head and screamed out loud and long like a mad woman. Her voice was shrill and sounding like the cry of a desperate and wounded animal. Taking a gigantic step to the left, Mona moved directly into the path of the fast approaching ambulance.

"Jesus." Catrine flinched at the ambulance's screeching tires and exclaimed in shock. She ran from Roosevelt's side and into the waiting open arms of Austin.

"Uh uh, that’s it. I've had enough. I think it’s time for us to leave." Austin shook his head in disbelief.

"What about...." Catrine started to protest. She pointed at the still unconscious teenager and Detective Williams who were now holding a wad of tissue to her bleeding nose.

"Let them all take care of themselves. This situation is getting ridiculous. There’s nothing we can do here. Let's take this child home."

"What about your coat?"

"I'll get it later," Austin stated firmly.

Grabbing Catrine by the hand he quickly pulled her and Brhin, who was now enclosed in the circle of his arms through the restaurant and out of the back door. He kept her hand tight in his grip as he practically ran around the side of the building and towards the front where his car was parked. Pulling Catrine close to his side he put Brhin in her arms and, whispered in her ear.

"Stay here." He commanded.

Walking to the edge of the building, Austin peeked around its corner. He didn't know whether or not Mona had been arrested and as irrational as it might seem, he was afraid that in her lunacy Mona Boots could get loose and chase them around the parking lot in mimic of a crazy stalker killer movie.

The parking lot was filled with cars. Most of them belonged to the television stations and ambulance chasing curiosity seekers. The lights of the police cars were flashing and the siren of the ambulance continued to pierce the damp night. In the middle of the street, a couple of officers stood directing the traffic around the ambulance and the struggling body of Mona Boots. She, thankful to the expert driving of the ambulance driver, was uninjured and fighting to keep the police from arresting her. Not a great sight for a young child to witness.

Moving back to the spot where he had left Catrine, Austin touched her gently on the shoulder.

"What's going on?" Catrine looked into his face with pain filled eyes. Removing one arm from around Brhin, she massaged between her eyes with her free hand.

Austin took note of the telling movement. He had forgotten that Catrine was ill. She had stood up to Mona's antagonism with the strength of a fighting tiger, but now he could see that she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

"I'll go and get the car and bring it around here. It is a horrible sight out there. Police and mayhem has spread up and down the entire street and that is nothing for a little boy to see."

"What about…"

"I can tell you that she's not dead. I saw her for a minute fighting in the street, but the paramedics were standing around her. I hope they lock her up for good in a mental institute."

"No matter I feel that this is finally over." She looked at Brhin's sleeping form breathing softly in her arms. "Thank God this mess is over. He was so tired."

"Yes, Austin agreed.

Finally, enclosed in the warmth of the car, Catrine gazed out of the passenger window at the melee in the middle of Washington Street. The dual feelings of relief and pity fought within her body. Why she would feel pity for the woman that had the nerves to take her child, she could not phantom, but she thanked God that He kept her from being a hard hearted, uncaring bitch. She looked in the back seat at Brhin's sleeping form and smiled. Taking a deep breath she rested her head on the seats headrest and closed her eyes.

Special thanks to my daughters JaKarra, Gillean, and Mhia for their patience and encouragement throughout the writing of the book.

Ey considers herself to be a caged in frustrated author of thought provoking, mind bending eBooks, an occasional step-in parent, a fountain of knowledge, and ready to share. She is the mother of three daughters that were previously home-schooled and are now either attending college or graduated from college.

As a writer she has have had an essay in Essence magazine, published three other books and several articles printed in the local paper and magazines

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They all laughed.

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