Caster-The Yin and The Yang, Part 5

“I know…” Carl said his voice soft and compassionate.

“No, he said he’d kill her…he’s probably already taken her…wherever she’s going.”

“Jesus Christ…” Carl sighed, “Tom I’m gonna talk to some people, and I promise you…this will be okay. It’ll all blow over.”

 

Carl stepped out of the interrogation room, and looked at John…

“We got to get to his house.”

“We? I’m sorry we?” John scoffed, frowning at him. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m trying to save a girl’s life…now seeing that-“

“Go with him Caster!!” Mallory’s voice boomed form behind him. Mallory rounded the corner of the hallway of interrogation rooms. “Go! Move your fucking ass!!”

John sighed, looking back at Carl.

“Alright, let’s go.” John said, and motioned with his hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Crown Victoria’s Engine roared as they sped down the lane, sirens on full blast. Cars pulled aside, barely in time as they nearly collided with multiple.

“304 Greenside Circle! The address!” Carl yelled as he swerved around a Chevy Cavalier. “Type it into the GPS man!”

“Alright, alright.” John said, and entered in the address.

Turn right in 300 yards

Carl pushed down harder on the gas pedal, they touched nearly 90 miles per hour.

Turn right in 100 yards

Carl swerved the car onto the adjacent lane and drifted into the turn. He spun the steering wheel back into place stabilizing the car.

Even from inside, the two of them wrinkled their noses at the pungent smell of burnt rubber that drifted in.

“What’re you waiting for? Go!” John yelled.

“Looks like you and I were made for each other man, Yin and Yang…we should get married.” Carl joked.

“This isn’t Massachusetts, and you don’t look half gay.”

 

 

 

 

Carl made a hard right onto Greenside Circle, and screeched to a stop outside of 303, Greenside Circle.

The two of them proceeded up to the door, guns in hand.

“Police, open the door! Police!” John yelled. He kicked the door. It rattled against the hinges but failed to give way. “Fuck.” He swore and kicked again, throwing the door back.

“Pull that fucking trigger and I kill her!” Adrian Keller yelled. He was standing in front of them, his Magnum pressed against Tom’s daughter’s head. Her eyes were pressed shut, face contorted in fear. “She’ll be my 49^th!! I give my fucking life for my nation, and this is the treatment I get?!!”

“You brought this on yourself Adrian.” Carl said, gun trained at Adrian’s head. “It’s still not too late. Drop the gun, and slide it over.”

Adrian’s brows furrowed, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead, onto his nose, as it dripped onto his eyelid, he blinked it away. Carl and John stood, transfixed, with their guns pointed at Adrian.

“Drop your weapon!” John yelled.

“Fuck you!” Adrian yelled, and pointed his gun at them, firing. The bullet grazed Carl’s shoulder, knocking off his aim. John cracked off two shots, both ripping through Adrian’s head, throwing him against the cupboard behind him. The girl shrieked and fell to her knees, covering her ears.

“It’s okay honey, It’s alright now.” John said, running up to her and embracing her. “It’s gonna be okay.” He said and gently ran a hand through her hair. “You were a very brave girl, you know that? Being brave for your daddy and all.”

She pressed her head into John’s shoulder, her body shaking with sobs. There John held her…

 

12.

Outside, two cruisers rolled in, along with the Chief’s car. They were accompanied by paramedics. The ambulance had pulled up onto the driveway.

Carl groaned as he turned over, looking out the doorway. Bright morning light flooded in through into the hallway where he lay wounded. Two shadows loomed in the doorway for an instant, and Carl Tensed up reaching for his gun…

“Detective, my name is Kerry,” the woman said,

“And I’m Lance.”

“We’re going to be your paramedics today. Alright…I need you to relax Detective, everything’s going to be alright.”

Carl’s grip on his gun relaxed, as the two paramedics helped him into the stretcher and rolled him out to the ambulance, where Tom, the Chief, and John stood waiting.

“Excellent work Detectives.” Chief Blakely said, flashing her million dollar smile. “Keep this up and a promotion may just be headed your way.”

Carl nodded in thanks, and groaned as they hoisted the stretcher into the ambulance.

John simply nodded in approval as the doors to the ambulance were closed.

 

13.

 

John returned home, his clothes disheveled as usual, after a long day of work…only Mallory had been nice enough to give him most of the day off.

He opened the door, and strode inside, shutting the door.

“Danielle!! Honey I’m back.” John called out. He took off his shoes, and undid his tie as he walked up the stairs. “Danielle?!” he called out again.

He stepped into the bedroom.

Danielle lay in their bed, naked, atop her a man, tan and muscular. His hair was black and slicked back over his head. A tattoo adorned his left shoulder, and ran down to his lower back. Danielle was caught up in a passionate kiss, as John entered.

He threw his tie aside, and pulled out his gun,

“Get out!” he yelled.