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“Get out of the fucking car,Dave.”
My brain is still processing the fact that the cop knows Dave’s name when all hell breaks loose.
Dave pulls a gun from his lap, and at the same time, the cop pulls a gun from his holster. Karl shoves his door open and throws himself onto the ground.
Bang.
A shot is fired. I have no idea who pulled the trigger or where the bullet went. All I know is that I’m scared out of my fucking mind. I act on pure instinct, throwing myself down on the seat and making myself as flat as I can.
Bang.
Another shot rings through the air, drowning out the guys yelling. I wrap my arms around my head as if that could protect me from bullets.
Everything happens so fast, my brain can’t keep up. There is a ringing in my ears, but other sounds still filter through. Shouting, doors opening and closing, more police sirens approaching.
“Are you okay?” a man’s voice asks. At the same time, a large, warm hand settles on my upper arm.
Blinking my eyes open, I pull my arms away and turn my head to scan the inside of the car. Neither Dave nor Karl are anywhere to be found. The front doors are both open and so is the one closest to my head.
The cop who pulled us over kneels next to me, his hand still resting on my arm as he waits for an answer.
“I’m okay. I think.” Honestly, I’m not sure what I am right now. I feel mostly numb.
“Why don’t you sit up and let me look at you; make sure you’re not injured.”
Slowly, I push up to sit and take a bewildered look around. Two white police cars have pulled up behind the car. Three cops in uniform surround us, while another has Dave pinned to the car with his hands cuffed behind his back.
“The other one went that way,” the cop in front of me tells his colleague, who nods and takes off after Karl.
“It doesn’t look like you’re hurt. Are you feeling okay?”
I nod even though I’m pretty sure I’m in shock.
“All right, then. Let me drive you home,” he suggests. Standing, he holds out his hand for me to take.
I stare at it for a moment before taking it. He gently pulls me to my feet, making sure I don’t hit my head on the roof of the car.
“Can you tell me your address?” he asks while leading me to the same car he followed us in. When I don’t get an answer passed the lump in my throat, he follows up with, “Let’s start with your name.”
By the time he’s walked me to the passenger door of his car, I’m still unable to get a single word out.
The cops in uniform barely look at us; they are more worried about Dave in custody and Karl on the run.
“Karl,” I blurt out, realizing they don’t have his name.
“Your name is Karl?” the cop asks, confused.
“No.” I shake my head. “The guy who ran into the woods. His name is Karl,” I explain, loud enough for the nearby cops to hear.
They exchange a knowing look. One of them writes something down on a notepad before the guy in front of me gives his fellow officers a nod.
“Thank you for sharing that with us. Now, what’s your name?”
“Teagan.” I watch his eyes move down to the stitched name on my shirt. “I’m new, and my shirt wasn’t in yet. I borrowed this from Denise,” I explain before he gets a chance to ask.
“All right, Teagan. I’m Griffin. It’s nice to meet you. Now, let’s get you home.” He opens the passenger door of his car for me, and I slide into the comfortable leather seat.
Griffin walks around to the driver’s seat, where he gets behind the wheel and starts the engine. “Do you think you can type your address in for me?” He pulls up a navigation app and hands me his phone. I punch in my address and push the start button.
