Tipping Point by Bill Noel

Author:Bill Noel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Enigma House Press

Chapter Twenty-Two

East Huron is a narrow residential street a block from houses backing up to the Folly River. Many of the structures predated Hurricane Hugo that devastated the island in 1989. There were no sidewalks, so we moved off the road three times to allow emergency vehicles to pass. A patrol car had the road blocked at the intersection of Third Street East and Officer Allen Spencer was detouring traffic onto the perpendicular street. I’d known Allen since I arrived on Folly. He was new to the force at the time, so we had several conversations about Folly’s character and characters.

I asked what happened.

“Don’t know much. I was third on the scene, asked to stop traffic. Apparently, a man was walking east on Huron and struck from behind.”

“What’s his condition?”

“Bad, I think.”

To echo that opinion, a Charleston County ambulance, siren screaming, pulled up behind the cruiser. Allen rushed to move his car so the emergency vehicle could head to the hospital. We waited for the officer to once again block the road. East Huron was a lightly travelled street, so Allen had little to do except talk.

“Anybody see it happen?” I asked.

“Don’t know. Our guys are canvassing the houses to see if anyone saw anything.”

“The driver skedaddled?” Charles said.

Allen nodded.

I pointed in the direction of the multiple emergency vehicles. “The Chief back there?”

“Yes, but if I were you, I’d stay clear. You know how she gets at scenes where bad stuff happened.”

“Good point, Allen. I’ll get with her later.”

A car pulled up to the cruiser. The driver said he lived two houses down and needed to get home. That was well before the scene of the incident, so Allen moved his car to let the resident through. Charles and I headed toward the center of town where I would turn left to go home. Charles stopped before going the other direction to his apartment. He said, “So when are you going to call Cindy?”

I told him I didn’t know but it wouldn’t be until much later to give her time to do her thing at the scene.

“Okay,” Charles said, “Call me in an hour with what she told you.”

Only Charles would interpret “much later” as an hour. I limited my response to, “Okay.”

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