Hit and Run
Chapter 23
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Sully and Davis were driving, looking around for the maroon Explorer of Dr. Jamison. They had made arrangements to meet up with Carlos and Alex for dinner. Doc was joining them also after his physical therapy.
They pulled up outside of the diner where they were all meeting and sat for a few minutes waiting for 55-3 and Doc to get there.
Davis was looking out the window at the passing traffic. "So, where do you think this guy went?" he asked Sully.
"I don't know Ty, but I hope we find him soon. He's behind the wheel of a car again and who knows if he's stupid enough to try going after us again," he said, looking in the rearview mirror.
"Yeah, did anyone warn the fire department and medics that this guy is out and behind the wheel again?" Ty said, voicing his concern for Alex as he watched their rig pull up and park in front of them. Doc was coming around the corner as well and Sully and Ty got out and waited for everyone to catch up before they went into the diner.
"Hey guys," said Ty to his friends. They walked inside the diner and decided on a table at the front window so they could keep an eye on the street.
"So you guys heard, right?" Ty said as they all sat down and began looking at the menus that the waitress had brought over to them.
"Heard what?" asked Carlos, with Doc and Alex looking on in question as well.
Davis looked at Sully. The two men couldn't believe that no one had been notified about this. "Somebody sure dropped the ball there," said Ty, clearly irritated.
"The ball about what?" Doc said.
"This hit and run guy, Samuel Benson. He's back on the streets," answered Sully.
"I wasn't aware that he was ever OFF the streets," Alex replied.
"Well, apparently he was at Mercy Hospital all along as a patient. Doc, as a matter of fact, you and Carlos were the ones that brought him in there," explained Sully as Doc and Carlos got a surprised look on their faces.
"WHAT?!?" Carlos and Doc said at the same time.
"Yeah, that guy you brought in shortly after Faith and Bosco got hit. The homeless guy with..." Davis started, but was interrupted by Doc.
"With the metal in his leg," Doc finished Ty's sentence, looking at Carlos.
Carlos got a surprised look on his face, "That's the same guy?!"
"Jamison was asking me about that guy the other day. He said that there was something about him, but he couldn't quite figure it out," Doc finished looking at his friends.
"Well, apparently he figured it out. Because he called Swersky and told him about it. The guy escaped from the hospital before we could get it locked down and now Jamison and his truck are missing," Sully explained.
"Oh no!" said Alex. "You don't think he did something to him, do you?" she finished with concern.
"I don't know, but I wouldn't put it past him. No one has found him yet, but his parking card was found in the lot and his truck is missing. They went to his house and checked with his wife. She hasn't seen or heard from him since he left for work this morning," Sully replied.
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"Mister! Can you hear me?" Jamie Jamison heard from far away. "Mister! Mikey, go get Mom," he heard someone saying.
He tried to open his eyes, but it hurt too much. He groaned and the young boy jumped back letting a yelp escape.
Jamie reached up to the side of his head where it still rested against the rock he had fallen on. He pulled his hand away and felt the stickiness of the drying blood. He again tried to open his eyes and this time was able to open them slightly. He took a moment to focus and gradually the form of a young boy cam into view.
"Where am I?" he whispered, not wanting to bring anymore pain to his head.
"You're laying in a ditch and your bleeding Mister," replied the boy. The doctor held up his hand to the boy, "Yeah, I know, thanks," he said.
"No, that's nothing compared to your side," the boy said. "Mikey went to get my Mom," he said.
Suddenly Jamie remembered that he'd been stabbed by Benson and reached down to feel his side, bringing his hand away with a considerable amount of fresh blood which meant that he was still bleeding. He tried to sit up, but felt the dizziness come on him.
"What time is it?" he asked his new friend.
"I don't know, dinner time I think," the boy replied. "Here comes my Mom," he announced
"Jeffrey Matthews, what are you doing?" came the voice filled with worry and anger.
"Mom, me and Mikey were coming home for dinner and saw this guy laying here. He's hurt Mom. You gotta help him," he pleaded.
Without a moment's hesitation, the woman immediately put herself between her sons and this stranger. She cautiously approached the man.
"Mister? What happened to you? How did you get here?" she asked him, at the same time pushing her sons further behind her to safety. She had no idea who this was or how he got into this condition. He could have been a drug dealer or something worse and she wasn't about to put her kids in danger.
Dr. Jamison slowly opened his eyes again and attempted to focus in the direction of the voice. "My name is Dr. Jamie Jamison. I'm a doctor at Mercy Hospital. I was kidnapped by a patient and he stabbed me and dumped me here before taking my truck," he explained painfully slowly.
"How do I know you're telling me the truth? How do I know I should help you?" she asked nervously.
He reached inside his jacket pocket and felt that his wallet was still there. He slowly pulled it out, it's cover now stained with his blood. He held it out toward the woman. "Please, I'm not lying," he pleaded, and then suddenly remembered and felt for and found his cell phone in his other pocket. He removed the phone from his pocket and handed it over to the woman because he knew that he wouldn't be able to see to dial let alone dial it. "Please call
9-1-1 and call for an ambulance."
The woman straightened up and opened the phone. She dialed 9-1-1 and hit the "send" button and waited for the sound of the operator.
"9-1-1. What is your emergency?" came the voice from the other end.
"I am on the side of the road outside 427 Apple Grove Road. There's an injured man here that needs an ambulance. He's been stabbed," she said nervously.
Jamison could tell that the operator was asking questions pertinent to his current condition to relay to the medics who would respond. He held out his hand for the phone. "Please, let me talk to them," he said, feeling steadily weaker. He didn't know how much longer he'd be able to stay conscious and wanted to let the police know that Benson had his truck and was on the run.
The woman told the operator to hold on and handed him the phone.
"My name is Dr. Jamie Jamison. I'm a doctor at Mercy Hospital. Please contact Lieutenant Swersky from the 55th Precinct. Tell him where I am and that Samuel Benson has my truck," he said, dropping the phone as he passed out.
The woman picked up the phone. "He passed out again. You better hurry. He really doesn't look very good."
"Ma'am, please just stay there with him and tell me if he's still breathing. We have medics on the way and they should be there very soon," said the 9-1-1 operator.
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Lieutenant Swersky was in his office, going over the present operations and progress in attempts to locate Dr. Jamison and Samuel Benson when his phone rang. He picked it up and abruptly said, "Swersky."
The Desk Sergeant said, "I have a 9-1-1 operator on the phone that you should really talk to, Lieu. I'll put her through to you."
He heard the click of the phone call being connected and said, "This is Lieutenant Swersky. How can I help you?"
"Sir, I have a woman on the line who is with a Dr. Jamie Jamison. He's been stabbed and is laying on the side of the road outside of 427 Apple Grove Road. We have medics and police already in route and I spoke with the doctor before he passed out. He said I should contact you and tell you that Samuel Benson has his truck and that he is on the run, Sir," finished the operator.
"Thank you. Tell the medics I want him transported to Mercy Hospital and I'll meet them there," he said, hanging up the phone and grabbing his jacket as he ran out of his office. He slowed at the Desk Sergeant's desk to tell him where he was going, but was interrupted. "Your driver has been briefed and is waiting out front for you, Sir." He nodded his thanks and headed out the door.
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The officers and medics were just getting their meals. Carlos had just left to grab his wallet out of the glove box of the bus when a look of panic came across Doc's face. Sully noticed it first. "Doc? Are you okay?" he asked him.
Doc quickly shook his head and pointed out the window. "Benson!" he yelled as he jumped up. All four of them looked out the front window to see a maroon Ford Explorer bearing down on the ambulance and not slowing down. They all yelled Carlos' name at the same time, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hear them outside. Carlos closed the door to the ambulance and happened to look up at the same time that the speeding truck was upon the ambulance.
Sully was the first to realize the danger to the patrons of the diner because of the angle the truck was coming from. He yelled for everyone to get to the back of the diner and hit the floor. He was afraid that the truck would crash into the ambulance and both vehicles would then crash into the front of the diner. Doc, Sully, Ty and Alex all ran to the back, herding the patrons along before them. They were about half way to the back of the diner when they heard the terrible sound of metal crashing into metal and glass shattering. A terrible rumble followed as the two vehicles crashed through the window of the diner where they had just been sitting. Even though it only took moments, it felt like an hour before the flying glass and metal finally came to rest. Sully and Davis stood up and took stock of whether they were injured. Realizing they were fine they looked to find their friends. Alex and Doc were okay and starting to disentangle themselves from other patrons. It appeared that everyone in the diner was unhurt. The four immediately ran for the door to check on Carlos.
"How could he have survived this," they all thought to themselves as they exited the diner.
"Carlos!" yelled Doc loudly, looking around for him. "Carlos!" he yelled again, a little more panic in his voice.
As Sully grabbed his radio to transmit what had just happened, Davis ran toward the maroon Explorer, gun drawn. What he saw there made his blood run cold. He was staring into the face of the hit and run driver. The man was staring back at him, no expression on his face. He'd been thrown through the windshield of the truck, the glass slicing him to ribbons on his way through. He was laying across the hood of the truck, his legs and feet still inside the cab of the truck. Ty reached over and felt for a pulse and found none. He felt no sympathy for the man, just relief that it was finally over as he watched the man's blood run down the hood of the truck and drip onto the ground. Then he remembered Carlos and quickly turned toward Sully.
At the same time as Sully was about to speak into the microphone the officers heard, "All units, missing physician from Mercy Hospital has been located. He confirms that the hit and run subject, Samuel Benson, is driving the 2001 Ford Explorer, color maroon, license plate New York Adam-Victor-Boy 2-8-2-1. Repeating, be on the lookout for wanted hit and run driver, Samuel Benson, in maroon 2001 Ford Explorer, license plate New York Adam-Victor-Boy 2-8-2-1."
Ty keyed his microphone and without emotion stated, "Central. Be advised that suspect hit and run driver just ran the vehicle in question into multiple emergency vehicles and a diner at Arthur and 19th. Dispatch police, fire and EMS to the scene. Also, advise the Lieutenant that the suspect, Samuel Benson, is deceased at this scene. We have one medic missing in the crash."
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TBC. Hope you liked that one. I'm working on the next.
Chapter 23
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Sully and Davis were driving, looking around for the maroon Explorer of Dr. Jamison. They had made arrangements to meet up with Carlos and Alex for dinner. Doc was joining them also after his physical therapy.
They pulled up outside of the diner where they were all meeting and sat for a few minutes waiting for 55-3 and Doc to get there.
Davis was looking out the window at the passing traffic. "So, where do you think this guy went?" he asked Sully.
"I don't know Ty, but I hope we find him soon. He's behind the wheel of a car again and who knows if he's stupid enough to try going after us again," he said, looking in the rearview mirror.
"Yeah, did anyone warn the fire department and medics that this guy is out and behind the wheel again?" Ty said, voicing his concern for Alex as he watched their rig pull up and park in front of them. Doc was coming around the corner as well and Sully and Ty got out and waited for everyone to catch up before they went into the diner.
"Hey guys," said Ty to his friends. They walked inside the diner and decided on a table at the front window so they could keep an eye on the street.
"So you guys heard, right?" Ty said as they all sat down and began looking at the menus that the waitress had brought over to them.
"Heard what?" asked Carlos, with Doc and Alex looking on in question as well.
Davis looked at Sully. The two men couldn't believe that no one had been notified about this. "Somebody sure dropped the ball there," said Ty, clearly irritated.
"The ball about what?" Doc said.
"This hit and run guy, Samuel Benson. He's back on the streets," answered Sully.
"I wasn't aware that he was ever OFF the streets," Alex replied.
"Well, apparently he was at Mercy Hospital all along as a patient. Doc, as a matter of fact, you and Carlos were the ones that brought him in there," explained Sully as Doc and Carlos got a surprised look on their faces.
"WHAT?!?" Carlos and Doc said at the same time.
"Yeah, that guy you brought in shortly after Faith and Bosco got hit. The homeless guy with..." Davis started, but was interrupted by Doc.
"With the metal in his leg," Doc finished Ty's sentence, looking at Carlos.
Carlos got a surprised look on his face, "That's the same guy?!"
"Jamison was asking me about that guy the other day. He said that there was something about him, but he couldn't quite figure it out," Doc finished looking at his friends.
"Well, apparently he figured it out. Because he called Swersky and told him about it. The guy escaped from the hospital before we could get it locked down and now Jamison and his truck are missing," Sully explained.
"Oh no!" said Alex. "You don't think he did something to him, do you?" she finished with concern.
"I don't know, but I wouldn't put it past him. No one has found him yet, but his parking card was found in the lot and his truck is missing. They went to his house and checked with his wife. She hasn't seen or heard from him since he left for work this morning," Sully replied.
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"Mister! Can you hear me?" Jamie Jamison heard from far away. "Mister! Mikey, go get Mom," he heard someone saying.
He tried to open his eyes, but it hurt too much. He groaned and the young boy jumped back letting a yelp escape.
Jamie reached up to the side of his head where it still rested against the rock he had fallen on. He pulled his hand away and felt the stickiness of the drying blood. He again tried to open his eyes and this time was able to open them slightly. He took a moment to focus and gradually the form of a young boy cam into view.
"Where am I?" he whispered, not wanting to bring anymore pain to his head.
"You're laying in a ditch and your bleeding Mister," replied the boy. The doctor held up his hand to the boy, "Yeah, I know, thanks," he said.
"No, that's nothing compared to your side," the boy said. "Mikey went to get my Mom," he said.
Suddenly Jamie remembered that he'd been stabbed by Benson and reached down to feel his side, bringing his hand away with a considerable amount of fresh blood which meant that he was still bleeding. He tried to sit up, but felt the dizziness come on him.
"What time is it?" he asked his new friend.
"I don't know, dinner time I think," the boy replied. "Here comes my Mom," he announced
"Jeffrey Matthews, what are you doing?" came the voice filled with worry and anger.
"Mom, me and Mikey were coming home for dinner and saw this guy laying here. He's hurt Mom. You gotta help him," he pleaded.
Without a moment's hesitation, the woman immediately put herself between her sons and this stranger. She cautiously approached the man.
"Mister? What happened to you? How did you get here?" she asked him, at the same time pushing her sons further behind her to safety. She had no idea who this was or how he got into this condition. He could have been a drug dealer or something worse and she wasn't about to put her kids in danger.
Dr. Jamison slowly opened his eyes again and attempted to focus in the direction of the voice. "My name is Dr. Jamie Jamison. I'm a doctor at Mercy Hospital. I was kidnapped by a patient and he stabbed me and dumped me here before taking my truck," he explained painfully slowly.
"How do I know you're telling me the truth? How do I know I should help you?" she asked nervously.
He reached inside his jacket pocket and felt that his wallet was still there. He slowly pulled it out, it's cover now stained with his blood. He held it out toward the woman. "Please, I'm not lying," he pleaded, and then suddenly remembered and felt for and found his cell phone in his other pocket. He removed the phone from his pocket and handed it over to the woman because he knew that he wouldn't be able to see to dial let alone dial it. "Please call
9-1-1 and call for an ambulance."
The woman straightened up and opened the phone. She dialed 9-1-1 and hit the "send" button and waited for the sound of the operator.
"9-1-1. What is your emergency?" came the voice from the other end.
"I am on the side of the road outside 427 Apple Grove Road. There's an injured man here that needs an ambulance. He's been stabbed," she said nervously.
Jamison could tell that the operator was asking questions pertinent to his current condition to relay to the medics who would respond. He held out his hand for the phone. "Please, let me talk to them," he said, feeling steadily weaker. He didn't know how much longer he'd be able to stay conscious and wanted to let the police know that Benson had his truck and was on the run.
The woman told the operator to hold on and handed him the phone.
"My name is Dr. Jamie Jamison. I'm a doctor at Mercy Hospital. Please contact Lieutenant Swersky from the 55th Precinct. Tell him where I am and that Samuel Benson has my truck," he said, dropping the phone as he passed out.
The woman picked up the phone. "He passed out again. You better hurry. He really doesn't look very good."
"Ma'am, please just stay there with him and tell me if he's still breathing. We have medics on the way and they should be there very soon," said the 9-1-1 operator.
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Lieutenant Swersky was in his office, going over the present operations and progress in attempts to locate Dr. Jamison and Samuel Benson when his phone rang. He picked it up and abruptly said, "Swersky."
The Desk Sergeant said, "I have a 9-1-1 operator on the phone that you should really talk to, Lieu. I'll put her through to you."
He heard the click of the phone call being connected and said, "This is Lieutenant Swersky. How can I help you?"
"Sir, I have a woman on the line who is with a Dr. Jamie Jamison. He's been stabbed and is laying on the side of the road outside of 427 Apple Grove Road. We have medics and police already in route and I spoke with the doctor before he passed out. He said I should contact you and tell you that Samuel Benson has his truck and that he is on the run, Sir," finished the operator.
"Thank you. Tell the medics I want him transported to Mercy Hospital and I'll meet them there," he said, hanging up the phone and grabbing his jacket as he ran out of his office. He slowed at the Desk Sergeant's desk to tell him where he was going, but was interrupted. "Your driver has been briefed and is waiting out front for you, Sir." He nodded his thanks and headed out the door.
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The officers and medics were just getting their meals. Carlos had just left to grab his wallet out of the glove box of the bus when a look of panic came across Doc's face. Sully noticed it first. "Doc? Are you okay?" he asked him.
Doc quickly shook his head and pointed out the window. "Benson!" he yelled as he jumped up. All four of them looked out the front window to see a maroon Ford Explorer bearing down on the ambulance and not slowing down. They all yelled Carlos' name at the same time, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hear them outside. Carlos closed the door to the ambulance and happened to look up at the same time that the speeding truck was upon the ambulance.
Sully was the first to realize the danger to the patrons of the diner because of the angle the truck was coming from. He yelled for everyone to get to the back of the diner and hit the floor. He was afraid that the truck would crash into the ambulance and both vehicles would then crash into the front of the diner. Doc, Sully, Ty and Alex all ran to the back, herding the patrons along before them. They were about half way to the back of the diner when they heard the terrible sound of metal crashing into metal and glass shattering. A terrible rumble followed as the two vehicles crashed through the window of the diner where they had just been sitting. Even though it only took moments, it felt like an hour before the flying glass and metal finally came to rest. Sully and Davis stood up and took stock of whether they were injured. Realizing they were fine they looked to find their friends. Alex and Doc were okay and starting to disentangle themselves from other patrons. It appeared that everyone in the diner was unhurt. The four immediately ran for the door to check on Carlos.
"How could he have survived this," they all thought to themselves as they exited the diner.
"Carlos!" yelled Doc loudly, looking around for him. "Carlos!" he yelled again, a little more panic in his voice.
As Sully grabbed his radio to transmit what had just happened, Davis ran toward the maroon Explorer, gun drawn. What he saw there made his blood run cold. He was staring into the face of the hit and run driver. The man was staring back at him, no expression on his face. He'd been thrown through the windshield of the truck, the glass slicing him to ribbons on his way through. He was laying across the hood of the truck, his legs and feet still inside the cab of the truck. Ty reached over and felt for a pulse and found none. He felt no sympathy for the man, just relief that it was finally over as he watched the man's blood run down the hood of the truck and drip onto the ground. Then he remembered Carlos and quickly turned toward Sully.
At the same time as Sully was about to speak into the microphone the officers heard, "All units, missing physician from Mercy Hospital has been located. He confirms that the hit and run subject, Samuel Benson, is driving the 2001 Ford Explorer, color maroon, license plate New York Adam-Victor-Boy 2-8-2-1. Repeating, be on the lookout for wanted hit and run driver, Samuel Benson, in maroon 2001 Ford Explorer, license plate New York Adam-Victor-Boy 2-8-2-1."
Ty keyed his microphone and without emotion stated, "Central. Be advised that suspect hit and run driver just ran the vehicle in question into multiple emergency vehicles and a diner at Arthur and 19th. Dispatch police, fire and EMS to the scene. Also, advise the Lieutenant that the suspect, Samuel Benson, is deceased at this scene. We have one medic missing in the crash."
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TBC. Hope you liked that one. I'm working on the next.