Ch. 6 History repeats itself

I was running towards the station trying not to slip on the sidewalks. I really don't want to get on anyone's nerves for being late today. But just before I got to the station, a squad car cut me off and Sully got out.

"I'm warning you for just one time, so listen carefully. Stay out of Davis' business. Whatever we got going on doesn't concern you." Sully got into my face.

Just when he was about to turn I called out to him: "Hey Sullivan. I just talked to my Dad, and you know what? Whatever it is you're thinking, you're wrong."

Sully stopped dead in his tracks and ran towards me. Before I knew it he threw me and pinned me against the squad car. "Listen to me you little rat, I knew you'd run to daddy with everything, but Davis just won't listen to me. Let me make things clear. If anything remotely fishy happens to Ty, you better hope you killed me too because I will skin you alive."

At that moment, people burst out of the station to see what was going on. Lieutenant Swersky started yelling at Sully to get off of me and ordered Davis and I to leave right away.

I was really shaken as I got into the car. Sully's words were filled with such pure hatred, and he sounded so…sure of everything. I must have looked really pitiful because Davis actually spoke to me.

"Hey man, are you alright?"

"Yeah, sure. Sully's still got a lot muscles left. Who knew?" I joked.

Davis chuckled, "that he does…listen, about what I dropped on you yesterday…"

I interrupted him, "listening Davis, I don't mess with my Dad's business, and it's almost Christmas Eve, so let's not talk about it tonight." Soon enough you'll find out the truth yourself. I thought. I kind of felt sorry for him.

"Fair enough." He was eager to drop the subject. We rode along in a fragile truce until the fateful call came through.

"Central to 55-David, domestic disturbance on 13th and McArthur." (Author's note: never been to NYC, I had to make up the streets.)

"Man, that's almost 20 blocks away, why did they call us?" Davis groaned.

"The other units are probably tied up or something. Common, we'll just answer this one last call." I told him.

"Fine. 55-David to Central, we're on our way." Davis grumbled. "I hate domestic calls on Christmas Eve."

"It can't be that bad, probably just some Uncle Looney who drank too much eggnog and decided to climb the neighbor's chimney or something." I laughed.

"Maybe, let's hope so." Davis smiled despite himself.

The snow was getting worse and we were progressing a lot slower than I thought. I started to regret taking the call. At this rate there's no way I could get there and go to my mother's dinner on time. I decide to call her and tell her not to wait.

"Hello?" my mom's voice came through my cell phone.

"Hi mom it's me, Brendan. I'm really sorry but I might be a little late for dinner."

"Oh hi dear, it's alright. I was just about to call you myself. Your father's tied up at work as well. He's still at the bureau. He just called a few minutes ago and asked me to tell you not to wait, and can you please pick up some more Bordeaux at the end of your shift? He won't have time to get it before all the stores close tonight." My mom replied.

"Okay mom, I should be home soon. Bye."

By the time I finished the call we've already reached our destination, but there were no apartment buildings or houses in sight. All I could see around me were a little desolate park, some closed shops, a pay phone, and wait, thank heavens, an liquor store that was till open! Davis called in again to check on that location but we were definitely at the right spot.

"I don't believe it. We came all this way for a prank call." Davis was mad.

"Hey, maybe not for nothing. Let's call it a night. I really have to pick up some wine for my mother. Maybe I can still make it home on time." I got out and walked toward the liquor store. It was a tiny shop and only a handful of customers were left. I walked all the way to the back, where they usually keep the good stuff. I didn't have any hopes of finding high-quality wine, but really, the best of this place will have to do. As I made my purchase I could feel someone watching me. They train you at the academy to follow your gut instincts. I turned around but the man was almost gone, a blur moving towards the back of the store. I hurried outside to the car hugging three bottles and popped the trunk, Davis was already getting impatient in the driver's seat.

That's when it happened. Someone inside the store screamed, and the same man that was watching me ran out of the door, but this time he was wearing a mask. I froze for a second until I saw the gun in his hand and Davis in the driver's seat struggling with his seatbelt and opening the door.

Everything happened so fast. The man raised his gun and pointed it straight at Davis. Before I could even think, I ran towards Davis and tackled him to the ground. I barely felt myself hitting the pavement, but it was as if a few heavy blows have knocked all the wind out of me. As I lay on the ground I could see Davis firing back and hitting the guy in the shoulder. He fell motionless in the middle of the street. Davis turned me over and called for back up. "55-David to Central, shots fired at 13th and McArthur, I repeat, officer down. Send and ambulance now!"

But the worst wasn't over, no. As I struggled to breathe and keep my eyes open, the last thing I saw was a car racing down the street out of nowhere. It swerved and ran over the gunman and sped off into the night, leaving nothing but a torrent of snowflakes in its trail.