The Passenger by Jacqueline Druga

The Passenger by Jacqueline Druga

Author:Jacqueline Druga [Druga, Jacqueline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-03-24T16:00:00+00:00


He was late. Not that he really went into the church farther than the vestibule when he stopped at the mingle for coffee. Seeing how he was in uniform and expecting people might worry he was there on official police business, he took a seat in the back, last row.

Pastor Rick was before the congregation in his contemporary service, relaxed attire. He held the microphone, paced and was animated when he spoke.

Russ felt it was ironic the pastor spoke of ‘trust’ when Russ was there because he was suspicious.

“It’s a hard thing to do,” Pastor Rick said. “Hey, I’m guilty of it, we all are. Giving it to God is easier said than done. Here God, here are my troubles … oh, wait, they aren’t getting resolved, let me have it back. It’s like having a thousand dollars and you need someone to hold it. It’s hard to trust who you give it to. That’s why you need to trust. Sometimes we are so into our instincts and what we believe should happen or could happen, it’s difficult to envision God knows what will happen when it is totally different than what we thought our path could be. Speaking of paths, I want to bring someone up here today to play and sing a song for you. This young man miraculously survived an accident. His story is pretty remarkable. He’s not expecting this, but when I heard him the other day, especially this song, I knew you had to hear it, too. Chip … let Haley run the board and come on down here.”

Russ turned, like everyone else to the back of the church. Chip was in the proverbial spotlight. Slightly reluctant and somewhat bashful, Chip relented and made his way from the sound board.

Russ watched him walk toward the front as his phone vibrated in his pocket. He was on duty and he had to take it.

The caller ID on the phone read ‘Correction Facility’ and immediately, Russ jumped up and walked from the church to take the call.

He answered it.

“You are receiving a call from an inmate at the Wyandotte County Correctional Facility, this call may be monitored and recorded.”

“Hello?” Russ answered, stepping outside the church. “This is Chief McKibben.”

“Officer, McKibben, thanks for filling up my calling card,” the male voice said. “I’ve been out of funds for two weeks. Figured I’d call you back.”

“And this is?”

“Wow, how many guys’ jail cards do you fill up?” he snickered. “This is Harold Whitmore.”

“Harold, thank you for calling me back. I met your grandmother.”

“How?”

“Same reason a Nebraska police officer is calling you. Your chevy was involved in an accident.”

“When?”

“Two weeks ago.”

“That wasn’t me,” Harold said. “I’ve been in here rolling through the processing system for two weeks. The chevy? The Impala?”

“Yep, that’s the one.”

“I haven’t had that car in a couple months. I … I owed some dude some money and he took the car as a tradeoff.”

“Why didn’t you change the plates?” he asked.

“Didn’t get to it,” Harold said.

“Who did you give it to?” Russ pulled out a little notebook.



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