He was in with half a chance of solving this grisly murder. He just knew it!
Detective Bailey had been tailing the suspect for a few days now, and every sense was tingling; telling him he was close.
He sipped a mouthful of yet another bad coffee, and grimaced. He hated the stake outs the most. If not, just for the coffee!
He drew the binoculars up to his eyes and trained them on the small, darkened window. Still nothing.
Relaxed, he leaned back in his car seat and turned on the radio. He whirled the dial until the radio squeal found his favourite golden oldies channel. Queen’s “Bicycle Race” song was playing.
He smiled and began singing along, “Bicycle! Bicycle! I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike…”
Suddenly, there was a blast. The windscreen of the car erupted in a shower of glittering shards and Detective Bailey felt another vehicle slam into the passenger side of his vehicle.
Reaching for his gun with one hand, and bracing himself with the other, he looked up and into the eyes of his suspect; staring at him from the wheel of the other car.
And then he ran for it.
Pawing at the door, Detective Bailey opened it and spilled out into the street. He half-crawled, half-sprung to his feet and gave chase.
He saw the darkened, form ahead make a sudden dash down an alley that Bailey hadn’t even known was there.
The detective’s size eleven shoes echoed clunkily on the road. If the suspect didn’t know he was after him, he did now!
The alley was dark and Detective Bailey scanned the various dumpsters and other unmentionable alley paraphernalia, for his man. He heard the clinking of a chain link fence, as it settled back into its resting position. It had obviously been recently scaled.
“Dammit!” he swore loudly.
He had lost the suspect…
Just then, a shrill and commanding voice, pierced my conscience. “Excuse me ma’am. You can either borrow that or put it back on the shelf, but please stop narrating the book out loud! You’re disturbing the other patrons!”
I closed the book, smiled sheepishly, and slunk out of the library…
By Sarah ©2018