Chapter 41

Adam, her relief and about sixty-five years old, arrived and clocked in. Akira left, wishing him a good shift. She pushed the door open when she heard the usual screeching tires and cars crashing. She looked to the intersection of Branham and Pearl and saw three vehicles coming to a rest, one spinning around.

“Adam, call 911 and say 11-79 here. Need fire and ambulance.”

“Got it.” He reached for the phone, and Akira waited by the police scanner. It only took a few seconds for the dispatcher to blindly put the call out, expecting the nearest unit to respond.

“Seven-X-ten, I’m thirty seconds away. Confirm fire and ambulance are en route.”

Good, Rosey is close.

“Affirmative. Fire and ambulance dispatched, 952 at arrival.”

Akira knew the codes, and 952 meant report on conditions.

Akira went to the corner and watched. Rosey pulled up and rushed out, the revolving lights on her patrolcar on.

Akira rushed to her. “Rosey, can I help?”