by Zoe Chant
Then she scrambled forward and slammed her hand into the button that turned on the lights and siren. Bright lights flashed, and the siren screamed.
She hoped that would be enough to scare the murderers away, but she had one more way to make sure. Ellie hit the button that projected her voice outside of the ambulance like a bullhorn. Usually she and Catalina used it to order careless drivers to get out of their way.
“GET AWAY FROM THE AMBULANCE.” Ellie’s voice boomed out, amplified and deepened. “I’VE HIT THE EMERGENCY ALERT. THE SWAT TEAM IS ON ITS WAY.”
There was no emergency alert, unfortunately. But she bet the murderers didn’t know that.
Black spots suddenly danced before her eyes, and she felt her knees give way. She sank down to the floor, dazedly thinking, So this is what it feels like to be so scared that you pass out.
Then she remembered that when she saw patients on the verge of collapsing from shock, she told them to put their head between their knees. Ellie put her head between her knees. Slowly, her vision cleared, though she still felt shaky. She fumbled for the radio button, and finally got it turned on.
“Ellie McNeil here,” she said. “Paramedic on duty at Ambulance Forty-Nine. I’ve just witnessed a murder.”
***
Ellie sucked down the dregs of her fifth cup of black coffee and glanced at her watch. 1:00 PM. If she’d had a normal night at work, she’d be at home now, fast asleep. If she was a normal person with a normal job, she’d be eating lunch.
Instead, she’d spent the last eight hours at a police station, telling and re-telling her story to multiple sets of detectives, and identifying photos of the men she’d seen. Whoever the murderers were, the police knew about them; the hit man had his photo in one of the books of mug shots, and Mr. Nagle had appeared in an envelope of photos a detective had shown her.
Ellie yawned again, wishing the police had allowed Catalina to stay and keep her company. Catalina had offered, but the police had sent her home. Now Ellie was exhausted and bored. The cops had given her coffee and sandwiches, but she’d been awake for twenty-four hours now, with no sign of being allowed to leave. And they’d been crappy sandwiches and worse coffee.
Worst of all, the last cop who’d spoken to her, Detective Kramer, had confiscated her purse to “take it into evidence.” Then she’d been left alone in the room without even her cell phone to distract her.
To her relief, Detective Kramer returned with her purse and handed it back to her. “Sorry about that. Just procedure.”
Ellie gratefully took it. “Thanks. Can I go home now? You’ve got my number— you can call me whenever you arrest those guys, and I can come in and ID them.”
Detective Kramer rolled his eyes. “Sure you will.”
Ellie stared at him, baffled. “Why wouldn’t I?”
The detective gave her a startled look, then slowly whistled. “I thought you were putting me on. But you really have no idea who Mr. Nagle is, do you?”
Frustrated, Ellie snapped, “No! Now will you please tell me what’s going on?”
Detective Kramer sat down across from her. “Have you ever seen a movie called The Godfather? Nah, you’re probably too young...”
“Of course I’ve seen it.”
“Nice to know people still watch the classics,” the detective remarked. “Well, Wallace Nagle is the Godfather. He’s the head of organized crime in Santa Martina. No one testifies against him, because—”
“They’d wake up with a horse head in their bed,” Ellie said. She’d thought the night couldn’t get any worse, but her stomach lurched at the thought.
Detective Kramer raised his eyebrows. “They wouldn’t wake up at all. As you saw. Now, I can offer you Witness Protection...”
Ellie had heard of that. “You mean, I change my name, leave Santa Martina, move to some tiny town no one’s ever heard of, get a different job, and never have any contact with any of my friends or family for the rest of my life?”
“That’s right.”
“No way,” Ellie said. Imagine never seeing her brother again! Or Catalina. “Absolutely not. Who’d do that?”
“No one.” With a sigh, the detective stood up. “Well, thank you for your time. I’m sure you’d testify if you could. You can go home now.”
He turned and headed for the door.
Ellie jumped up, raising her voice to halt him. “Wait a second. I never said I wouldn’t testify. I just won’t go into Witness Protection.”
Detective Kramer froze, then slowly turned to face her. “Let me make sure I heard you right. You’re not willing to do Witness Protection, but you are willing to testify against Wallace Nagle.”
“That’s right.”
“And you realize that he’s going to try to kill you. And that he can. Easily. I appreciate your courage, Ms. McNeil, but unless you go into Witness Protection, you won’t live to testify.”
The detective’s words made Ellie’s entire body tingle with anxiety. But she’d seen an innocent man ruthlessly murdered. How could she not testify, no matter how dangerous it was?
But she wasn’t willing to give up her entire life, either. How could she agree to abandon her family and friends, and never see or speak to any of them again? She didn’t want to give up her job— she loved being a paramedic in the big city. And on the off-chance that she found a man who loved her, job and all, how could she have a real relationship when she could never even tell him her real name?
On the other hand, she’d never have a relationship with anyone if she was shot by one of Mr. Nagle’s hit men.
Ellie bit her lip, trying to think of alternatives to ruining her life, ending her life, or letting a vicious murderer get away with it. Catalina wasn’t just her partner, she was Ellie’s best friend. But good as she was at emergency medicine and pedal-to-the-metal driving, she couldn’t fight off a hit man. Ellie’s brother Ethan was completely capable of protecting her, but he was on some secret Marine mission. He wouldn’t be able to leave it even if she had any way of contacting him, which she didn’t.
“Can’t the police protect me?” Ellie asked. “You want to put Nagle away, right? Then keep me alive so I can do it.”
“We don’t have a budget for round-the-clock protection,” Detective Kramer replied.
At that point, Ellie’s stress hit maximum. She wasn’t hot-tempered normally, but hearing that the cops couldn’t afford to save her life made anger burn through her body. “I bet your boss could find some money for getting rid of the Godfather! If you can’t help me, I want to talk to the watch commander.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Detective Kramer began.
“I want to talk to the watch commander,” Ellie repeated.
“He’s busy.”
She folded her arms across her chest. “Fine. He can see me when he’s ready. But I’m not leaving till I’ve talked to him.”
The detective seemed taken aback. “Hold on. I’ll see what I can do.”
He hurried out. The door shut behind him, leaving Ellie alone and feeling like she’d just made the worst mistake of her life. She couldn’t bring herself to deny what she’d seen, but the idea of being hunted like an animal made her heart start pounding again.
I’ll be safe. The watch commander will find the money, and then I’ll have a police officer to protect me, she told herself.
The thought didn’t make her feel much better. Detective Kramer might be good at solving crimes, but he looked like he spent more time eating donuts than chasing down criminals. And while the detectives she’d spoken to had been nice, several of the patrol officers had openly ogled her curves when she’d walked through the station.
With the luck Ellie was having that night, she’d probably get Officer Creeper, one step up from a mall cop. He’d stare at her generous breasts and big ass, get in her way as she tried to work, lurk creepily in his car outside her apartment at night, and shed a trail of donut crumbs wherever he went. He’d breathe heavily and stand way too close to he
r. And if anyone attacked her, he’d be so out of shape that she’d have to protect him.
Worst night of my life, Ellie thought.
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