Episode # 27 of The Writer.
“Can you give me a minute? I have to get something out of the bathroom,” TW (aka The Writer) said to the two cops.
“Sure,” said the one who had spoken earlier. “Just make it quick. Don’t want to make the sergeant wait.”
TW slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. The first thing that came to his mind was that these two were not cops. It had been a lieutenant who was in charge of Buddy’s case. Also, there was something weird about the two. Then he realized that these might be the two who had murdered Buddy.
He opened the door, took one look at the two cops, grabbed his cellphone and ran toward the two men. He rammed into the big one. The force of his body sent the first against the second and both out the motel door and onto the second floor walkway and over the guard rail.
The two hit the pavement below. They jumped up and went for the stairs. Normally cops would have pulled their guns. These two did not. Which meant they wanted something that only TW could provide.
TW darted back into his room, scooped up his keys and headed outside and down the walkway, making a speedy attempt to escape the two. He jumped three steps at a time down the stairway and hit the ground running for his car. Clicking his car remote, he opened the doors and jumped in, started the car and headed to the highway and off down the road.
Behind him, the police car was making chase. If these were real cops, TW surmised, they will have their buddies join them. And if these were real cops, he would be in a heap of trouble.
As far as he could tell, no buddies were joining them.
He took a look at his gas gauge. He was almost full. At least, that’s not something I have to worry about.
TW had an idea. He’d seen a certain maneuver in a James Bond movie. So here went nothing. He swerved and turned the car around. Then he hit the gas and accelerated. If this worked, they wouldn’t know what hit them. He turned on his headlights and hit bright. Just as he was about to hit the police car, he veered to the left and onto the shoulder.
Then he heard the police car crash into a tree. Smoke was coming out of its tail pipe.
The driver got out of his car and went to pull his gun.
TW put his car in reverse and sped toward the driver. The driver aimed and TW made a quick move to the left. The bullet missed him and his car struck the driver. The driver flew through the air. The passenger from the police car was climbing out and trying to get his orientation.
TW went into drive and took off. Where he was going he wasn’t sure but he wasn’t sticking around to let those two do their business on him.