“I’m out on Highway 43.”
“We have a situation that needs assistance out on 12662 Serenity Court.”
That address.
How do I know it?
“What’s the 10-13?” he asks as he steps back from my door and walks a few feet toward the front of the car so he can watch me and also have some privacy.
“Malone and Nunez are on scene. The situation is escalating.”
The minute I hear Malone, my heart jumps in my throat. “Grant.” I don’t know if I say his name aloud because all I hear is “situation is escalating” and dread drops like a lead weight through me.
“10-4. En route.”
Is he okay?
“What’s your ETA?”
What does escalating mean?
“Five minutes.”
Please let him be okay.
Officer Roberts strides back to my window. “Today is your lucky day. Try to keep it below seventy.”
I watch the beam from his flashlight as he jogs back to his car. The siren joins the lights as he pulls away from the shoulder and screams down the asphalt.
Grant.