Disclaimer: See chapter 1
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Terror in the Night Part 4
The police station despite the late hour was a bee hive of activity. Harry was already in professional mode shouting orders at everyone in his sight, pushing the growing fear for his friends to the back of his
mind. He had to concentrate. He had several officers gathering all the information that Tom and Cassy had collected on the robbers. So far he had a whole lot of nothing.
"What!" he yelled as a uniformed detective knocked on his door.
"Excuse me Captain, but this young woman was the one who called in about the shots and she has something she'd like to add to her earlier statement, I thought you should hear it too."
A tall, slender young woman with golden curls walked into the office.
"Hello," she said introducing herself in a strong voice, "my name is Emma Andrews."
"Captain Harry Lipshitz," he returned shaking her hand. "I understand it was you who called in about the shots fired in the alley."
"Yes, sir," she said sitting down in the nearest chair, "I just recently moved here and I'm renting one of the apartments lining the alley. I was just about to get ready for bed when I heard three shots fired. I went to the window, and about five or six men were standing there next to two bodies. All of a sudden two cops came around the corner and they all started shooting at each other. The one cop got a hit and they both fell, and then the other cop got hit. After that, they all disappeared. I could hear them shooting at something else or someone else shooting at them, but I didn't see anything else, and then it just got quiet."
"Did you see anyone else in the alley? A man and a woman?"
"No, I didn't see anyone else, I was watching everything else go down, and I didn't even think to look around, my eyes just wouldn't leave the bodies," she said, her voice starting to shake.
"That's okay, its understandable. All that is here in your statement, what was it that you wanted to add?"
"I think I recognized one of the people."
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"Tom! Tom, can you hear me?" Cassy's voice penetrated the darkness around Tom's fuzzy thoughts. He groaned as he attempted to lift his head.
"Are you all right?" Cassy asked as she attempted to get to her feet. While he had been unconscious she had been able to twist her arms under her body, to the end of her feet and up, until they were in front of her.
Once she got her shaky feet under her, she was next to the chair, pushing the hair away from his eyes with as much gentleness as she could. "Are you okay?" she repeated.
Tom clenched his hands, trying to get the pain radiating from his face under control. He nodded slowly, the pain coming in renewed waves as he opened his mouth to ask her the same thing.
He croaked out, "You?" before he gave up and allowed his head to drop
back down.
He lifted his head up just enough to see her nod. "I'm fine," she said.
"I'm sorry he hit you."
"It's not your fault, Cass," Tom said seriously as he pushed the throbbing of his mouth out of his thoughts to look her in the eye, "I couldn't let him do that to you."
"I would have been fine, let me handle him, okay?" she said avoiding his eyes. "Just try not to get yourself killed, 'cause then where would I be?" she added with a slight smile.
"I hope someone's looking for us already," Tom said.
"They are," Cassy said stroking his hair as he slipped back into oblivion. "I hope," she whispered to herself, "I hope."
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"It was really dark," Emma said as she explained what she saw to Harry, "but one of the men stopped after the cops came around the corner and for a second I could she his face from the light of the street. I've
seen him before, he always hangs around in front of building, like he's waiting for someone, but I've never seen anyone meet him. I remember him really well, he's always kinda creeped me out."
"Do you think you'd be able to work with a sketch artist and look through some books to see if you recognize anyone?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Yeah, I can do that," she said rising to her feet again and starting towards the door.
"Great, let's get started." Harry told her as he nodded to the man who had been waiting outside the door and explained what he wanted to have done. 'Just hang in there a little longer guys, don't be dead on
me,' he thought with a light of hope.
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Terror in the Night Part 4
The police station despite the late hour was a bee hive of activity. Harry was already in professional mode shouting orders at everyone in his sight, pushing the growing fear for his friends to the back of his
mind. He had to concentrate. He had several officers gathering all the information that Tom and Cassy had collected on the robbers. So far he had a whole lot of nothing.
"What!" he yelled as a uniformed detective knocked on his door.
"Excuse me Captain, but this young woman was the one who called in about the shots and she has something she'd like to add to her earlier statement, I thought you should hear it too."
A tall, slender young woman with golden curls walked into the office.
"Hello," she said introducing herself in a strong voice, "my name is Emma Andrews."
"Captain Harry Lipshitz," he returned shaking her hand. "I understand it was you who called in about the shots fired in the alley."
"Yes, sir," she said sitting down in the nearest chair, "I just recently moved here and I'm renting one of the apartments lining the alley. I was just about to get ready for bed when I heard three shots fired. I went to the window, and about five or six men were standing there next to two bodies. All of a sudden two cops came around the corner and they all started shooting at each other. The one cop got a hit and they both fell, and then the other cop got hit. After that, they all disappeared. I could hear them shooting at something else or someone else shooting at them, but I didn't see anything else, and then it just got quiet."
"Did you see anyone else in the alley? A man and a woman?"
"No, I didn't see anyone else, I was watching everything else go down, and I didn't even think to look around, my eyes just wouldn't leave the bodies," she said, her voice starting to shake.
"That's okay, its understandable. All that is here in your statement, what was it that you wanted to add?"
"I think I recognized one of the people."
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"Tom! Tom, can you hear me?" Cassy's voice penetrated the darkness around Tom's fuzzy thoughts. He groaned as he attempted to lift his head.
"Are you all right?" Cassy asked as she attempted to get to her feet. While he had been unconscious she had been able to twist her arms under her body, to the end of her feet and up, until they were in front of her.
Once she got her shaky feet under her, she was next to the chair, pushing the hair away from his eyes with as much gentleness as she could. "Are you okay?" she repeated.
Tom clenched his hands, trying to get the pain radiating from his face under control. He nodded slowly, the pain coming in renewed waves as he opened his mouth to ask her the same thing.
He croaked out, "You?" before he gave up and allowed his head to drop
back down.
He lifted his head up just enough to see her nod. "I'm fine," she said.
"I'm sorry he hit you."
"It's not your fault, Cass," Tom said seriously as he pushed the throbbing of his mouth out of his thoughts to look her in the eye, "I couldn't let him do that to you."
"I would have been fine, let me handle him, okay?" she said avoiding his eyes. "Just try not to get yourself killed, 'cause then where would I be?" she added with a slight smile.
"I hope someone's looking for us already," Tom said.
"They are," Cassy said stroking his hair as he slipped back into oblivion. "I hope," she whispered to herself, "I hope."
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"It was really dark," Emma said as she explained what she saw to Harry, "but one of the men stopped after the cops came around the corner and for a second I could she his face from the light of the street. I've
seen him before, he always hangs around in front of building, like he's waiting for someone, but I've never seen anyone meet him. I remember him really well, he's always kinda creeped me out."
"Do you think you'd be able to work with a sketch artist and look through some books to see if you recognize anyone?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Yeah, I can do that," she said rising to her feet again and starting towards the door.
"Great, let's get started." Harry told her as he nodded to the man who had been waiting outside the door and explained what he wanted to have done. 'Just hang in there a little longer guys, don't be dead on
me,' he thought with a light of hope.