Jane was crying.
However, her tears were not caused neither by the bruise on her right cheek nor from the cut on the head that she had gotten by slamming against the wall.
What she felt was a pain in the soul. She hated herself and blamed herself for everything that was happening.
Terrified by Dario and with the sole purpose of helping Clint, Jane crawled out of the room, ran down the stairs and out the front door to get help.
It was fortunate that due to the lack of clarity, Jane did not phone the police. They would have taken too long to arrive and perhaps Clint would not have survived.
But when Jane left the house she saw in the street a police car with two officers on board.
She ran towards them screaming and waving her arms, attracting their attention.
As soon as he saw her, the agent driving stopped the car and got out, followed by his colleague.
"Miss what ..." he started to say but was interrupted by Jane.
"Please help me, he's killing him!" Cried Jane, her voice full of desperation.
"Where?" Asked the cop while taking a very serious expression.
"Follow me.." Jane said, at a run toward Clint and Dario's house, followed by the cops who already had guns in their hands.
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"Police! Hold it!" shouted one of the cops coming into Clint's room.
Hearing the voice of a stranger Dario looked up and saw a gun held on him.
This served to make him find a little lucidity.
"Get away from him and lie down on the floor, hands on your head."
Dario did as told. Meanwhile the other cop came up to Clint and put two fingers on his jugular.
"He's alive," he said, "but in urgent need of medical care."
"Okay, Nathan handcuff this bastard and call in an ambulance, and tell him to hurry," said Dan, the older of the two, without losing sight of Dario.
So Nathan handcuffed Dario with his hands behind his back and then, after getting the address from Jane, ran to the car and called the police station on the radio saying that they urgently needed an ambulance.