“Will you hold still,” the attending E.R Doctor speaking as he tries to tend to various cuts and contusions Nate Anderson endured from the beating he received earlier.
“They’ll heal,” Nate responding; wincing to the iodine that was just dabbed onto the scrap across his head. “I am,” Nate lowering his voice so only the doctor could hear; “a werewolf.”
“So am I,” the doctor responding; “but that doesn’t mean you aren’t immune to an infection. Now hold still.”
Both the Talbots and the Andersons entered the hospital to see Nate Anderson being a difficult patient. Growling and snarling as the antiseptic being administered stings him.
“Are we done,” Nate glaring at the doctor; noticing his parents approach, along with Jean and her parents.
“We would have been done sooner,” the doctor responding; “if you’d stop being difficult, but yes we are done for now. Stay here,” the doctor disposing the empty gauze and bandage packages; “until the nurse comes by to do a follow up exam.”
“Well that could have gone better,” Jean looking at Nate; “Already you are acting like a stodgy old man. Like dad here.”
“Hey,” Leon looking at his daughter; “I’m not a stodgy old man. But give it another century,” Leon huffing; “I’ll get their yet.”
“At least they aren’t making me stay overnight,” Nate slowly getting up from the gurney; “I’m not keen on my last night before school stuck in a place that reeks of bleach, ammonia and Lysol all at once.”
“I’m sure that can be arraigned,” William speaking up.
“You can bunk with Peter,” Jean letting loose a devilish grin; “keep him company and what not.”
“Jean,” Regina shaking her head; “leave your brother alone. It’s bad enough you want to torment him; but while he is still recovering from his wounds?”
“Fine,” Jean rolling her eyes; “but can you all leave. Nate and I would like to talk.”
“You can chat later,” a deputy speaking up behind them; “we have a few questions for Nate we need him to answer.”
******
Jack Crawford was fuming as the limo driver defied him and pulled over. The driver stating ‘you may be a paying client; but that doesn’t give you the right or authority to order me to not yield to law enforcement.’
“The last time I employ the services of this man,” Jack mumbling as he watches through the tinted windows the driver talk to the police officer.
“You can’t fault the man,” Kenya speaking; “he is doing his job.”
“His job is to take us back to Seattle,” Jack snapping back; “not to stop when a set of red and blues start flashing.”
“Tell that to the company that employs him,” Kenya glaring at Jack; “and while you are at it. Tell it to the limo company's insurance carriers. And your lawyer if the man actually did complied with your demand.”
“What are you getting at,” Jack looking at Kenya.
“Limo drivers,” Kenya responding; “like cab drivers, have obey the rules of the road like anyone else. If a police officer starts flashing you to pull over, you pull over. Do you want to be stuck in jail?”
“Whatever,” Jack grumbling at his wife’s logic and unable to counter the common sense she brought forth; “But this driver better hurry up soon, we need to be out of here fast.”
“Here,” the deputy handing the limo driver back his license; “get your company to fix that tail light promptly.”
“They are aware of it,” the driver responding; “its why they had me use this vehicle during the day.”
“If they are aware of it,” the deputy glaring at the driver;” then why has the damaged light not been addressed?”
“I’d like to give you an answer,” the driver shrugging; “but my boss/dispatcher makes those decisions.”
“Get it fixed,” the deputy handing the driver a warning; “this should keep the state troopers from giving you or your passengers grief if you are pulled over again.”
“Thank you officer,” the driver turning around to get back in the vehicle.
“What was all that about,” Jack snapping through the intercom just as the driver closed the door.
“Broken tail light,” the driver answers; “it’s been dealt with.”
“See Jack,” Kenya trying to calm the man down; “now let the man drive us home. I know a way to past the time,” Kenya smiling.
“And what did you have in-,” Jack stopped in mid-sentence as Kenya already had his pants undone and started bobbing up and down on his already stiff shaft. "Oh," Jack smiling; "that is what you have in mind."
******
The deputy that pulled over the limo a few minutes ago, turned around to head back to town. Pulling into The Local Diner to grab a coffee. Thinking of the lovely waitress that always passed along an oatmeal cookie with his coffee whenever he stopped by. Despite her being a were-otter and he a were-skunk; the deputy always took a shine to Emily Walker.
“Hello Emily,” the deputy entering the establishment; “any fresh coffee left?”
“For you,” Emily grinning as she pours a cup; “always. Anything going on?”
“Nothing much,” the deputy sipping his cup; “at least not what happened since this morning when that mobster tried to attack the police station.”
“I heard of that,” Emily shaking her head; “why would he do such a stupid thing?”
“He tried to bust his son out of jail,” the deputy chuckling; “joke was on him though. Daniel Parker was whisked out of town last night. Now why are you here today,” the deputy looking at Emily; “didn’t you have the day off?”
“I did,” Emily answering; “but when the other waitress fails to show and your boss calls you up to fill in…”
“He didn’t want to wait tables while cooking food,” the deputy snorting; “well it means more money for you and your son at least.”
The usual banter goes on all the while Sheriff Cooper was busy at Kenya’s local residence, looking for the were-panthress and her husband Jack Crawford.
“Attention all units! Attention all units! Be on the lookout for a black limousine with a broken tail light. Last seen parked outside of Kenya Adaeze-Crawford. Occupants are wanted for the questioning in the assault of Nate Anderson.”
The deputy chokes on his coffee as he rushes out to his cruiser. The limo he pulled over a few minutes ago matching the description he just received.
“This is Deputy Chase, in pursuit of the limousine. Last seen travelling down on Range Road just at the town line. Requesting back up; local and State!”
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Deputy Chase throwing the radio receiver down; “if only this alert came out five minutes earlier.”