Bosco ran. His legs pumped underneath him. His heart thumped wildly in his chest. The purse-snatcher was fast, but Bosco was gaining on him. Closer, closer, suddenly he lunged forward and caught the snatcher around the waist, pulling him to the ground. The snatcher put his arm out to break his fall. The combined weight of the two men was too much for it. There was aloud snapping sound, and the snatcher screamed.
Faith arrived just as Bosco was rolling off the man, who was still howling with pain.
"What did you do to him Bosco?"
Bosco looked offended. "I didn't do anything; he hurt his arm when he fell. I just helped him fall."
"Shut up will you" He directed this last comment at the man, who was rolling on the sidewalk clutching his arm.
"I suppose we'd better take him to hospital."
She saw him come in, pushing a man in front of him. There was another cop with him. His partner she guessed. She was wearing a wedding ring. Claire was pleased by that. He was moving towards her.
"Hi Maurice."
He looked up at her.
"Uh, hi, um Claire, right?"
She looked hot in that uniform. He wondered if he had been a bit hasty in not calling her. He looked at her again. There was something a bit, well a bit unsettling about her. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.
He pushed the man in front of him.
"I think he broke his arm"
"Oh, right. I'll get a doctor to take a look at him."
She led the man away, looking back over her shoulder at Bosco.
Faith looked at him. She enjoyed seeing him squirm.
"Don't start" he said to her.
"I wouldn't even know where to begin." She laughed and moved off to get a coffee. God knows how long they'd be waiting.
Claire led the purse snatcher back out into the waiting room, handing him over to Faith. She seems nice, she thought. They'd be good friends.
Bosco grabbed the man's good arm. "Come on, let's get out of here."
"See you later Bosco."
She watched him stride away. Policemen were so busy these days.
Still it was a sign.
Later that night, at home, Claire turned on the radio. With or Without You by U2 came on. Another sign. Claire always believed in signs. They were all around us, you just had to look for them. A bird on the window ledge, a certain number bus, a song on the radio. They were all signs. And all the signs pointed to one thing.
Faith arrived just as Bosco was rolling off the man, who was still howling with pain.
"What did you do to him Bosco?"
Bosco looked offended. "I didn't do anything; he hurt his arm when he fell. I just helped him fall."
"Shut up will you" He directed this last comment at the man, who was rolling on the sidewalk clutching his arm.
"I suppose we'd better take him to hospital."
She saw him come in, pushing a man in front of him. There was another cop with him. His partner she guessed. She was wearing a wedding ring. Claire was pleased by that. He was moving towards her.
"Hi Maurice."
He looked up at her.
"Uh, hi, um Claire, right?"
She looked hot in that uniform. He wondered if he had been a bit hasty in not calling her. He looked at her again. There was something a bit, well a bit unsettling about her. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.
He pushed the man in front of him.
"I think he broke his arm"
"Oh, right. I'll get a doctor to take a look at him."
She led the man away, looking back over her shoulder at Bosco.
Faith looked at him. She enjoyed seeing him squirm.
"Don't start" he said to her.
"I wouldn't even know where to begin." She laughed and moved off to get a coffee. God knows how long they'd be waiting.
Claire led the purse snatcher back out into the waiting room, handing him over to Faith. She seems nice, she thought. They'd be good friends.
Bosco grabbed the man's good arm. "Come on, let's get out of here."
"See you later Bosco."
She watched him stride away. Policemen were so busy these days.
Still it was a sign.
Later that night, at home, Claire turned on the radio. With or Without You by U2 came on. Another sign. Claire always believed in signs. They were all around us, you just had to look for them. A bird on the window ledge, a certain number bus, a song on the radio. They were all signs. And all the signs pointed to one thing.