by Rose Pressey
“Maggie, up here,” the voice called out again.
This time I looked up. Still I hadn’t spotted her. She sounded far away.
Finally, I spotted Dorothy on the second floor peering out the window of the building we had just come out off. My eyes widened and I yelled up at her. “What are you doing?”
“I came to find you. I got worried. I see that you made it out okay.”
“Dorothy, get down here.”
How had she made it past the police? Dorothy pulled back from the window and closed it.
Jake looked at me and shook his head. “I’ve never seen two people get into more trouble than you guys.”
“What can I say? We have a special talent.”
“There’s no denying that,” he said. “Without you I would have been toast. I’m forever grateful. How will I ever repay you?”
I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him close. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
Dorothy came out of the building and raced over to me. “I told you I was looking for you.”
“But I told you to wait for me on the sidewalk.”
“It was taking entirely too long,” she said. “I was worried about you. I had no idea Jake was in there too.”
“How did you get by the police?” I asked.
She shrugged. “I was just looking for you.”
“You must have been on the first floor because you would have heard all the ruckus in the second-floor room. You’re lucky they didn’t shoot you.”
“Well, that’s neither here nor there now. Now you get in that ambulance there waiting for you.” She pointed.
I gave a little salute and marched over to the ambulance. They looked as if they were losing patience waiting on me. I got into the back of the ambulance. With Jake and Dorothy riding along, we headed over to the hospital. Surprisingly, I got a police escort all the way there.
“Tell me why you were in that building,” I said as the technician checked my blood pressure.
“I discovered that Vivian’s assistant was driving the Mustang with the stolen license plate. That plate came from the car that Justin and Billy drove. I guess they didn’t stop at snatching purses and murdering people,” Jake said.
“I just wish we had my money back,” Dorothy said.
“Don’t worry, Dorothy. We’ll get your money back. I’m feeling lucky,” Jake said with a wink. “That bingo prize has my name written all over it.”
I sure was lucky to have these two.
The end.
About the Author
Rose Pressey is a USA Today bestselling author. She enjoys writing quirky and fun novels with a paranormal twist. The paranormal has always captured her interest. The thought of finding answers to the unexplained fascinates her.
When she’s not writing about werewolves, vampires and every other supernatural creature, she loves eating cupcakes with sprinkles, reading, spending time with family, and listening to oldies from the fifties.
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