Episode 40 - Bullet Proof Racing Guides
Olivia had Chloe pinned like a pro wrestler. She stared at her helplessly as the psycho prepared to plunge the knife into her.
Olivia grunted and her eyes bulged. She was seemingly frozen with the knife raised above her head. Her body shuddered and her eyes rolled back and she slumped on top of Chloe, the knife falling uselessly to the asphalt.
The grip around Chloe’s throat loosened and with all her force she threw Olivia’s limp body from hers. Chloe rolled over and picked up the knife. Olivia lay unconcious face down on the road. A pair of secateurs protruded from her back.
Nan knelt before them, clutching her stomach. She collapsed. Chloe crawled to her,
‘Nan? Nan? Speak to me.’
The old ladies eyes fluttered and she smiled a little,
‘Are you alright dear?’ she whispered.
‘Oh, Nan, you daft old bugger,’ Chloe chuckled nervously through tears, relieved to hear the old lady’s voice, ‘You’re the one who’s hurt.’
She cradled Nan and called out for help. Within minutes, ambulance officers were at the horrific scene treating wounds. A paramedic cut off Nan’s apron and examined her belly. Chloe picked up the remains of the apron and a folded up racing guide fell out of the pocket. It was punctured with a neat slit and the paper was soaked through with Nan’s blood. She was shoved away by frantic paramedics, who were also working on Olivia. She was still breathing, much to Chloe’s disappointment.
The first cop on the scene noticed Chloe had a fair bit of blood smeared on her hands and threw her against Olivia’s car and started to handcuff her. Nan weakly protested and the ambo listened to her. He yelled at the officer to lay off Chloe. The cop left her handcuffed against the car and he spoke to Nan briefly. He walked back and silently uncuffed Chloe, who was swearing black and blue that if she got bruises, she’d sue him.
Most of the neighbourhood milled around Nan and Olivia and watched as they were both loaded into separate ambulences. Chloe went with Nan and a cop went with Olivia.
Chloe held Nan’s wrinkled, bloodstained hand as they travelled to the hospital. She pleeded at the ambo to tell her how bad Nan was. He told her it looked as if the knife had missed vital organs and wasn’t too deep. Chloe thought of the racing guide and wondered if it had absorbed some of the impact. She tentatively mentioned this to the paramadic and he shrugged,
‘Lady, I’ve seen some strange things in this job. Nothing would surprise me.’
Nan told them not to fuss and if she could only have a cup of tea she’d be fine. She tried to sit up and winced. The ambo urged her to remain still.
Nan’s face became gloomy,
‘Oh, bother,’ she grumbled, ‘I think my hips gone again.’
to be continued... |
