"Where the hell was your cell phone, I thought you always had one in your car?" Abby asked,
furious.
"I left it at the house."
"That's just great."
She followed the sign the said restroom and saw a payphone hanging on the wall beside the
water fountain.
Carter picked up the receiver and dailed 911.
"I need to speak to Sgt. O'Riley at the 12th precinct." He looked at Abby, "That was the officer
wasn't it?" He questioned.
She nodded, keeping an eye out for Brian.
"Hurry." She told Carter.
"Officer O'Riley, this is Dr. John Carter, we spoke the other day, Listen I'm in a Target department
store on east 23rd, Brian has been chasing us."
"Where are you at in the store."
"At the back, near the restroom."
"Stay put, I'm on my way."
Abby spotted him before Carter, but there was nothing either could have done, Brian was walking
down the aisle heading straight toward them, gun in hand, with a killer smile.
"Holy Shit!" Carter yelled, as he and Abby both took off in the opposite direction. As they passed
the toy section Abby started jerking things off shelves throwing them in Brian's direction, as he chased
them.
They ran out the door, with Brian on their tail, as they both got in the Mercedes. Shots rang out and
the glass on the rear cargo hatch of the SUV shattered.
"John, get us the hell outta here."
He put the car into reverse, backing onto the street, as tires squeeled, and a car struck the rear of
the sport-utility. More shots fired as Carter sped away from the building, and their attacker, who was
now on foot.
They drove around for an hour before valet parking the car at their apartment and calling O'Riley.
He stopped by the house, took both of their statements, before leaving them with the assurance
he would find the man.
Your doing a fine job so far.
Carter's pager went off, as Abby walked into the living room.
"It's the ER, a major trauma," Carter informed her.
She glanced downward.
"Look, I'll call and tell Kerry, what happened, someone can cover."
"Carter, I'll be fine, go on."
"You sure."
She nodded, "I'm tired and I just want to go to bed.
He left her with a promise to call, if anything, the smallest problem, occured.
"I promise to call. Go on." She said, as she curled up on the sofa, flipping on the radio letting
Rod Stewart's soothing voice fill the apartment.
Carter walked into the Emergency Room, where Dr. Weaver was standing at the nurses station
filling out charts.
"What's the problem?" He asked.
"What problem, why are you here?"
"I'm here because you paged me." He said, looking at her, confused.
"I didn't page you."
He handed her the pager with the hospital number, then 911 after it, the sign they used for emergency
calls.
"I didn't send this."
"Oh shit! Abby."
"What's wrong."
"Brian's trying to kill her."
"Oh, my God."
furious.
"I left it at the house."
"That's just great."
She followed the sign the said restroom and saw a payphone hanging on the wall beside the
water fountain.
Carter picked up the receiver and dailed 911.
"I need to speak to Sgt. O'Riley at the 12th precinct." He looked at Abby, "That was the officer
wasn't it?" He questioned.
She nodded, keeping an eye out for Brian.
"Hurry." She told Carter.
"Officer O'Riley, this is Dr. John Carter, we spoke the other day, Listen I'm in a Target department
store on east 23rd, Brian has been chasing us."
"Where are you at in the store."
"At the back, near the restroom."
"Stay put, I'm on my way."
Abby spotted him before Carter, but there was nothing either could have done, Brian was walking
down the aisle heading straight toward them, gun in hand, with a killer smile.
"Holy Shit!" Carter yelled, as he and Abby both took off in the opposite direction. As they passed
the toy section Abby started jerking things off shelves throwing them in Brian's direction, as he chased
them.
They ran out the door, with Brian on their tail, as they both got in the Mercedes. Shots rang out and
the glass on the rear cargo hatch of the SUV shattered.
"John, get us the hell outta here."
He put the car into reverse, backing onto the street, as tires squeeled, and a car struck the rear of
the sport-utility. More shots fired as Carter sped away from the building, and their attacker, who was
now on foot.
They drove around for an hour before valet parking the car at their apartment and calling O'Riley.
He stopped by the house, took both of their statements, before leaving them with the assurance
he would find the man.
Your doing a fine job so far.
Carter's pager went off, as Abby walked into the living room.
"It's the ER, a major trauma," Carter informed her.
She glanced downward.
"Look, I'll call and tell Kerry, what happened, someone can cover."
"Carter, I'll be fine, go on."
"You sure."
She nodded, "I'm tired and I just want to go to bed.
He left her with a promise to call, if anything, the smallest problem, occured.
"I promise to call. Go on." She said, as she curled up on the sofa, flipping on the radio letting
Rod Stewart's soothing voice fill the apartment.
Carter walked into the Emergency Room, where Dr. Weaver was standing at the nurses station
filling out charts.
"What's the problem?" He asked.
"What problem, why are you here?"
"I'm here because you paged me." He said, looking at her, confused.
"I didn't page you."
He handed her the pager with the hospital number, then 911 after it, the sign they used for emergency
calls.
"I didn't send this."
"Oh shit! Abby."
"What's wrong."
"Brian's trying to kill her."
"Oh, my God."