Trial 11: An Unforeseen Rendezvous

The driver of the vehicle I almost collided with was Thomas. And on the seat beside the driver's seat was Dr. Al. I opened my car window to ask if they're okay. They said they were. Dr. Al must have noticed my bleeding, so he offered me to come with them so he can treat my wounds. I thought of rejecting his offer because I didn't want to drag them into the mess I was in, but he blurted out, "Come on, you're all wounded. Even if you go at full speed, there's no guarantee that you will make it out alive. Besides, there's no time left; you must decide now. We're being chased by bad people and with that appearance of yours, I bet you're on the same page, so, hop on." I said 'okay' and alighted my car. Dr. Al helped me to get into their vehicle. Before we resumed our drive at full speed, I thought of an idea that would make my pursuer think I'm dead even if it meant hiding from the public; more importantly, from you and your papa Loic. I shot my car enough to cause its explosion. Then, Mr. Thomas hit the gas pedal hard and made it sure that his vehicle would graze my car a bit to make it appear that my car exploded due to a collision and overheating. Our escape was successful which is why we're alive to this day."

Sensing that I'm about to ask another question, Mr. Thomas speaks, "I know you want to know why we were being chased as well. Coincidentally, the time of Mariangelise's orchestrated disappearance was also the time when we were framed for the crimes we're innocent of. Now, Dr. it's your turn to tell the delicate part of our story."

Dr. Al sighed, "My, my, why give the misery of explaining that messed up event of our lives when you can do it yourself? Just remembering it, makes my blood pressure shoot up."

Mr. Thomas chuckles and begins, "Fine doctor, I'll do all the explaining. Three days before that day, I received a purchase order. On the date of the delivery of the ordered items, I went to the address indicated in the purchase order. Arriving at the said address, I honked many times, but no one was coming out to receive the ordered items so I alighted the car and called out to ask if someone's around. I also gave a call to the phone number indicated in the purchase order and it was the same; no response. Since no one was still responding, I knocked on the door of the building, many times. Again, no one opened the door for me. I thought the people inside were busy so I entered the building to try calling out for someone who could receive the medical supplies they ordered from me. When I got inside, it was oddly quiet. I walked along the building's corridor on the first floor. When I turned to another corner, I met Dr. Al. I asked if he was the one to receive the items but he said he was not. He said he was there about half an hour earlier than me, to attend to a patient who had set a private appointment with him. He said he got tired of waiting so he entered the building. We both decided to knock on the door of one of the rooms, but nobody opened the door. Dr. Al thought the door was unlocked so we entered the room. What we found inside were stocks of illegal drugs and a storage device containing human organs. Out of shock, we both cussed. We both decided to exit the building and report to the cops what we saw, but as you know, that didn't happen because once we were out cops were on their way. Their sirens were heard and they tell us through their megaphones to freeze as we were both wanted for doing illegal business and being involved in a drug syndicate group. Both of us realized that we were both framed and there was nothing we could do but to escape, so we both rushed to my pickup van. Dr. Al was first hesitant to go with me, but I suggested that being in my pickup van will give us move chances of survival as it is custom made to be resistant to bullets to a certain extent. He asked if I have a lighter to which I said 'yes.' I handed the lighter to him and the next thing that happened was he drove his car to position it in such a way that could obstruct the police's vehicles a bit. I didn't know how he did it but he set his car on fire and eventually, blow after successfully bringing some pieces of stuff out of his car, back to my pickup van. We left the scene to escape. I asked if he has a place in mind to serve a hideout; he said 'no.' Just then I remembered, I left Dashiell. I ordered Dr. Al to call him. I asked where he was and he said he was in the arcade shop. I told him to stay where he is because I will pick him up and he agreed. I am glad my son is a really good boy."

Dashiell cringed at the 'good boy' part, "Dad, please stop that, I'm a grown-up now."

I smirked at Dashiell which he returned with a scowl.

Mr. Thomas continues, "Back to our story when our pursuers lost track of us we went on to pick up Dashiell who went confused because there were strangers in our van. I lied that they were my visitors who got into an accident. Man, my son is really smart. Even at a young age, he knew that I was lying and demanded me to tell him the truth once everything's okay."

"Dad, please stop patronizing me already. Everyone in this room knows that I'm smart. Well, except for a certain lady, hahaha," said Dashiell.

It was my turn to scowl at him. I was about to retaliate if not to Dr. Al's intervention, "Come on, leave all the flattery behind and get on with the rest of the story," earning a reply from Mr. Thomas, "Right, doctor. This needs to wrap up. Your mother was temporarily treated by Dr. Al. We were trying to figure out where to hide. Dr. Al and I had no idea where until your mother revealed that she knew of one. She wrote down the address of the place, and that is where we all are right now."