Resurrection 55Posted: November 27, 2016
This is a chapter of the book I am writing for NaNoWriMo. If you want to read it from the start, click here for the chapter index.
J.W.’s phone rang at 4:45am. He had slept soundly for the first time in many weeks and was dead asleep. Looking at the caller ID, he expected it was Suzanna, up with Claire and wanting company. Instead it was Rachel Sibley.
“I hate to wake you, but is Tom there with you?”
“No, why Rach? He borrowed the Jeep, but I thought he was going to go home and bring it with him to church tomorrow.”
When Tom had stopped by Saturday to drop off the clothes, he mentioned he couldn’t go up the mountain like he usually did for the meteor shower because of the rain. J.W. had offered to let him take the Jeep. Tom’s truck was still parked in the lot.
“He hasn’t come home and he’s not answering his phone. I’m worried he hurt himself up there. He’s usually home by 2am when he does this. He would call me if he were going to be late.”
“Have you called the police? Maybe he is out on a coroner call and just forgot to call.” Encouraged J.W. “Call the precinct and if he’s not out with them, ring me back and we’ll go look for him.”
“OK, that makes sense. It’s probably nothing. Thanks J.W.”
“No problem, Rach. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
J.W. was now awake so he figured he might as well get up. He went downstairs and started the coffee, then walked out to the porch to see if the paper had shown up yet. It hadn’t, but as he turned to go inside he saw a police cruiser parked in the middle of the road half a block down. Wondering what was up, and thinking he might find Doc there, he headed down. His phone was still inside.
J.W. jogged the half block to the car. It was off, parked five feet from the curb. No one else around. When he walked around to the driver’s side he stepped in broken glass. When he looked up into the vehicle, he could see Canada’s body.
He reached for his phone in the pocket of his sweats, then realized he left it inside. He opened the door of the car, thinking about using the radio, but it was a mess of blood. He closed it and ran back to the house.
“Silerville 911, what is your emergency?”
“Yes, this is J.W. Reeves on Front Street. Send someone right away, someone’s been shot.”
“Are they still breathing?”
“I don’t know, send an ambulance right now. It’s right in front of my house. Someone shot a policeman.”
Patty was used to maintaining calm on calls, she hadn’t expected anything like this. She immediately used the autocall to call every officer as well as Chief Dalton.
“Officer down! 518 Front Street. I repeat, officer down!”
“Sir I need you to remain here with me on the line while the officers and ambulance are in route. Can you see if he’s breathing?”
“I don’t know, I had to come back inside to get my phone. Please hurry.”
“Sir take your phone with you and go back outside. Where is the officer?”
“He’s in his car.”
“OK, I want you to go back to the car and I will instruct you what to do.”
“Please hurry,” J.W. ran back out to the patrol car and opened the door. “OK, I’m here.”
“Can you tell if he is breathing?”
“No, I can’t. There’s blood everywhere. His hair is covered in blood.”
“Take his wrist and feel for a pulse. Do you feel a pulse?”
“No…I don’t know…I’ve never had to feel for a pulse before.” Calming down, “No, I can’t seem to find a pulse.”
Chief Dalton’s Explorer barreled into view onto Front Street. He screeched to a halt and jumped out, gun drawn and pointed at J.W.
“Put your hands up and step back from the vehicle!”
“Chief, it’s me.” Pleaded J.W.
“Put your hands up and step back from the vehicle, I don’t care who the hell you are.”
With his gun still pointed at J.W., Dalton approached the vehicle. Looking quickly inside, and seeing Canada, he let out an audible “fuck.”
“OK, get on your knees, thread your fingers behind your head.” J.W. Complied.
Dalton grabbed the cuffs off his belt and cuffed J.W.’s hands behind his back. He then returned to tend to Canada. Checking his neck and wrist, he could find no pulse. He yelled into the radio mic at his shoulder, “Where the fuck is that bus? It’s Danny and he’s in a bad way.”
Two more cars and the ambulance arrived a moment later.
Dalton ordered the paramedics to tend to Canada and Harlan to put J.W. in the back of his patrol. J.W. was in a daze. They certainly can’t think he had anything to do with this. Once they figure out what happened, they’ll uncuff him.
The paramedics gave up quickly on Canada, he had been shot through the base of the skull with the bullet exiting his forehead. There was nothing they could do. The officers roped off the area with tape.
“Where’s Sibley?” Dalton barked into his mic to dispatch.
“His wife called a few minutes ago, he didn’t come home last night and he’s not answering his cell.”
“Well, fuck. Call Laurel County and have them send over Dr. Mason. I don’t want to leave Danny out here and the sun’s gonna come up soon.”
When Harrison arrived, Dalton handed the scene over to him. He wanted to talk to J.W. He had Harlan transport him to the station and put him, still cuffed, in an interview. Dalton would follow a few minutes later once he was assured the scene was secured.