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Road Rage
Chapter three
Deaq drove back and forth over the canyon roads frantically searching for any sign of an accident. He was getting frustrated and scared, he didn't even know if he was searching the right canyon and could be wasting valuable time. Time his partner didn't have. His eyes welled up with tears at the thought of what he might find. He picked up his cell phone and called Billie.
"Billie, do you have anything?" He asked hopefully.
"Not yet Deaq…I tried to run a GPS reading on his cell but either it's turned off or was damaged in the crash."
"Damn it Billie, I don't even know if I'm in the right canyon."
"I know Deaq." She ran her hand through her hair, she could feel his frustration. "We have the entire police force and search and rescue out looking for him. We'll find him Deaq."
The Canyon
Van began slowly crawling out of the twisted wreckage, his hands and body covered in cuts from the shattered glass and sharp pieces of metal. As he pulled his legs out a piece of metal cut deeply into his right thigh. He yelped in pain as he tried to pull his leg away but only succeeded in forcing the metal in deeper. Finally he broke loose as blood bubbled out of the jagged cut.
Once free of the car he lay back moaning as he tried to take stock of his injuries. A painful hole in his arm, bruised or busted ribs, a possible cracked hip, and numerous deep cuts and bruises… and of course a head injury making it impossible for him to think clearly. He looked back at the wreckage and couldn't even remember owning a jeep, but then he couldn't remember much of anything, only flashes of faces and things. He crawled a little into the car to see if there was anything he could use. He saw a cell phone on the floor, picked it up and put it in his pocket. He also found a gun. Why would I have a gun? He wondered. He took the gun and put it in his back waistband, then covered it with his shirt. Next he took his wallet out and looked at his driver's license. Van Strummer, the name sounded familiar. Images flashed in his mind, images of drugs and guns. Am I a drug dealer? Is that why I have the gun? He glanced at the sun that was beating down on him. He had to get out of there. He gingerly got up and began painfully limping off deeper into the canyon.
Early evening
With the sun going down the coolness of the night began to creep in. Van shivered as he wrapped his arms around himself and tried to find shelter. He took the cell phone out. Who can I call? Faces flashed once more in front of him but no phone numbers. Not knowing what else to do, he hit redial.
Deaq's cell phone rang and he glanced at the name of the person calling him.
"Van!" He said excitedly into the phone. "Where the hell are you!"
There was no answer.
"Van!"
"Yeah, who is this?" Van had no idea who he was talking to.
"Van, it's me! What's going on? Where are you? ... Damn it's good to hear your voice." Deaq said breathing a sigh of relief. At least his partner was alive.
"I…I don't know…I…"
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"I… I think I was in an accident." Van said as he looked down at his ripped, bloody clothing, crawling out of the wreckage already fading from his confused mind.
"Yeah, we know." Deaq was worried, Van sounded confused. "Hey buddy, are you bleeding, are you hurt?"
"Yeah…I uh…I…uh…" Van tried to concentrate on talking to who ever was on the phone, but his mind kept drifting off and concentrating was next to impossible.
"Listen Van, you got to pay attention! Where are you? What canyon?"
"Do you know me?"
"Yeah… I know you." Deaq frowned as he listened to Van. It was obvious he had a head injury and was confused. He had to make him listen. "It's me, it's Deaq. Come on Van, hang with me."
"Deaq?" A face flashed in front of him for a second.
"Yeah partner."
"Partner?" Van's head started pounding as he tried to think. "I…I…I'm not feeling so good…I got to go…"
"No! Don't hang up! Van! Don't ha…"
The phone went dead and Deaq kept trying to call Van back but all he got was a message that the phone had been turned off.
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