Commitment Issues by Wynn Wagner

Author:Wynn Wagner
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Chapter Eight

T-bone. Isn't that what they call it when somebody hits your car broadside?

No, we didn't get hit, but it was close. We were just pulling into an intersection when somebody blasted through a red light. Wyatt slammed on the brakes, and the other driver never realized what he almost did. He was texting.

A police officer behind us noticed and went off ninety to nothing with lights blinking. Cop chase! Maybe we'd get television helicopters on the scene.

"I hope they take away the asshole's phone,” Wyatt said as he breathed. His hands were shaking so much that I wasn't sure he could drive.

"Want me to take over?"

"Nope, I'll be fine."

Just then, another car came screeching through the same intersection twisting sideways. It was doing what looked like a slow-motion pirouette toward the light. The driver saw the red light at the last minute and slammed on the brakes. There was oil or grease on the road, because all we saw was a car spinning through. We had just made it through the intersection. The car behind us wasn't so lucky.

Wyatt pulled over to see if anybody was hurt. He went to the car that was behind us first. Good—the asshole in the spinning car could wait. The driver behind us seemed to be okay, according to Wyatt. The other driver, the one who had run the light, was out cold.

"Booze,” Wyatt said. “I could smell gin in the car."

"Great,” I laughed. “We almost get hit by somebody using their cell phone and then by a drunk. What a day, huh?"

I called 911 to report the accident. Two cars, and one of the drivers was unconscious. Oops, check that—the other driver was awake and driving off as fast as he could.

"Can you get the license plate, sir?” the 911 operator said.

"Sure, wait, wait,” I said into the phone. “N-something 3-8-7-9. Sorry, that's all the plate I could see. He was going really fast, and it's a residential neighborhood. One of the other people here said there was a smell of alcohol."

"You're saying the car was eastbound on Leopard Lane?"

"No, westbound,” I said.

"Westbound on Leopard,” the operator said. “I am dispatching an officer. Thank you."

"Okay, bye."

As we were about to leave, I saw the officer from the first stop swing back into chase mode. He was off down the road to catch the drunk driver. Let's see, driving under the influence, running a red light, hit and run. This was going to really ruin the guy's day. The officer would probably think up several other misdemeanors before he caught that driver. Maybe there were outstanding arrest warrants. People didn't usually flee a traffic accident without some serious reason, but a DWI might have been serious enough. The courts frowned on that kind of behavior lately. With a wreck, it could be an expensive day for the man.

Part of me felt sorry for him. Part of me, not so much.

There but for the grace of God go I.

"Okay, I am officially calling this day complete,” Wyatt said.

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