day1 love

chapter 45 * Only the Good Die Young

TIFFANY'S POV

After kicking the gun away from Nina,  literally kicking her ass out the door, then slamming and engaging the locks, Dre turned to me wide eyed, with an expression that clearly read, "I don't even believe this shit!"
I can't say I blame his incredulous countenance, because I witnessed it all and I don't believe what I saw and heard!
This bitch was completely off her rocker!
My head swam with details, facts, and some part of me was grateful for being somewhat of a first responder, in NICU.
It allowed me to detach myself from being a would be victim, to an actual witness.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion as we both quickly dress, and hold our breath, waiting for whatever was to come next.
There would be something, of this I had little doubt, because people that were as mentally ill as her, rarely went away quietly.
He comes to me and holds me, as my shaking is about chattering my teeth and my adrenaline response spikes.
I force myself to breathe normally, as I watch Dre go to the kitchen and come back with a bottle of Coke, urged me to sit, then hands me the bottle and asks me to please drink.
He's probably afraid I'll go into shock, and the sugar contained in this sweet confection would ward that off.

Less than five minutes had elapsed from him throwing that  bitch out, and as I drew a breath to say that I doubt we had seen the last of her, there came the undeniable sound of a car crash, the slamming of car doors, the pounding of running feet out on the busy street that signaled something was indeed amiss.
As if in slow motion, I felt rather than saw, Dre make a move towards the gun, that was all I needed to see, and I practically screeched at him, "Babe! Don't touch that shit!"
He turns to me and I can see his wheels turning as he processes my reasoning for screaming at him like a woman possessed.

"RIIIGHT" He says, and smacks his own forehead with a look of incredulity while continuing,"Prints!! Her prints are on that piece, and unless I miss my guess, we bout to be swarmed by the cops, medical personnel and detectives soon after."
He drops a kiss on my cheek, and thanks me for my quick thinking.

There's not a doubt in my mind that he was going to add his own prints by touching it!

He's just gotten back home to me a matter of months ago, and with his record, all we needed were his to be found alongside of hers.
He'd be booked before he could blink!

Whatever was on that gun, I knew it was a dirty as the broad who carried it.
Knew she didn't have the mental faculties, to have ditched it.

I get up, move to the mini blind, and look in dawning horror at the scene below us.

Medics have arrived, lending to this  the wails of the sirens, the sounds of the static of the officers two way radios, their voices carried to my ears.

I see them place Nina on a gurney, strap her to it, and load her into the rig.
"Methodist, this is unit 694 en route with a possible MVA in critical condition, ETA 4 minutes, PBA and standby.

There was a momentary hush after the sounds of the ambulance door slamming shut, and the engine turning over as it raced to the hospital, located 6 blocks from here.

And then...all hell broke loose!

I see the police start canvassing, taping off the block, and asking witnesses what it was they saw.

I know the moment that old biddy across the street says, while raising a pointed finger in this direction, that the lady came running out this apartment building, like the hounds of hell were nipping at her heels, and run directly into oncoming, rush hour traffic.
I know what she's saying, because I can read her lips, which is a strange obscure talent of mine.
Im just lucky it has come in handy now.

I see the officer tip his cap, and then begin to eat up the meager distance with his long strides.

I turn to Dre, and tell him its time to prepare, because the look on that cops face assured me, he wasnt just going to take the truth at face value.