his arms,
scowling, “Fine. I will call you in the morning.” He looks weakly at
Teagan, and she knows that leaving her here hurts him.
“I’ll be all right. I promise,” Teagan reassures him.
“Just take Victoria home before she hurls all over the place.”
“Come on Victoria,” Isaac sighs.
“Are you sure you are okay?” Emily’s wind chime voice
wisps past Teagan’s ears.
Teagan turns to Emily. “Yeah, I promise. Nothing
happened to me. They are the only ones injured.”
“Okay,” Emily replies. “I will call you tomorrow, too.
I’ll bring Panera for lunch after I finish my last cello lesson.”
“Thanks sweetie,” Teagan says, reaching over to hug her.
“I’m going to go home and pass out. I am suddenly very exhausted.”
“I need to go,” Victoria burps.
“Let’s go,” Isaac groans, putting his left arm under
Victoria for support.
She watches her friends walk away and realizes that she
is all alone. The officer startles her when he taps her on the shoulder. “The
EMT would like to look at you.”
“Alright,” Teagan sighs. She walks over to the
ambulance. While she is sitting with the EMT, Harry and the other guy are
brought out of the brush on stretchers.
“That bitch is lying!” Harry howls.
“Excuse me!” Teagan yells back. “You were the one
holding the knife at me!”
The officer steps in front of Teagan. “You, sir, need to
keep your mouth shut. Anything you say can be held against you in a court of
law.”
“Come on ma’am,” one of the other officers says. “I want
to get your information, and then we can take you home.”
“Okay,” Teagan replies. She quickly looks at Harry.
“Maybe you will think twice before trying to put another woman in her PLACE.”
“Ma’am,” the officer sternly says. “Come on.”
With a huff, Teagan follows the officer to the squad
car. She gives the officer her ID. After he writes everything down, they get
into the car and he takes her home. He rolls down the window and Teagan
enjoys the warm, night air breeze past her face. It calms her.
“Are you going to be okay Miss?” The officer asks,
before Teagan leaves the car.
“Yeah, thanks to that random guy, I’ll be fine.
Thanks for the ride home.”
“No problem,” the officer replies. “Have a good night.”
“You too,” Teagan says, with a small smile. She gets out
and walks to her apartment complex’s door. Teagan takes a deep breath and
whispers, “You’re going to be fine,” as she opens the door.
When she gets into her apartment, she takes the jacket
off and puts it on a hook. Staring at it, she says, “How am I supposed to
get this back to you?” Getting an idea, she searches the pockets. There is a
packet of gum in one pocket. In the other pocket, Teagan feels a piece of
paper. “Probably some chick’s phone number,” she snorts.
Taking it out, she looks at it. It’s a business card. The
initials on it are written in bold type. It says: TPS. The address is on
a street on the south side. There is no phone number.
“TPS?” Teagan whispers. “I wonder what that stands
for. Maybe he works there. I will find out tomorrow. I want to say thank you
and return his jacket.”
She looks at the card one more time before tacking it up
on her bulletin board. It hangs next to her concert ticket stubs and all
her pictures of her friends. “Okay, Mr. Hero Man, I will start tracking you
down tomorrow.” She nods and turns around to go to her bedroom.
Chapter
2
“Are you sure you are okay!?”
“Yes, I’m fine Isaac,” Teagan sighs as she pours her second cup of
coffee. “I got a good night’s sleep and feel a lot better. I didn’t get hurt.
The bad guys are in jail. There isn’t anything else to do.” She catches herself
rolling her eyes a bit at how short his memory seems to be when it comes to
her.
“Do you want me to come over there?” Isaac asks.
Ummm, no. “I’m all right. I have errands to run today. I’m