by Fresh8 on Tue Apr 11, 2006 9:30 pm
Chapter 10
Vince hung up and started his car’s engine. He looked behind and reversed quickly out of the parking space. The two uniformed policemen recognised him and one pointed.
“Stop!”
Vince kept going, switching to first gear and slamming his foot on the accelerator. He let the clutch out flawlessly, wasting no time and sped off. The two officers ran onto the middle of the road, screaming out loud before their voices were drowned out by the loud screech of the tires of a truck. They turned around just in time to see the vehicle skidding towards them. Both men were sent flying backwards. Women and children screamed in horror as both policemen were down, sprawled on the concrete road.
“Al Harrington, please tell me why you told William Sit that he would be dead?”
The Hawks’ forward looked cramped up in the seat, “It was a joke man. Just like Coach said.”
“Tell me why you don’t like William Sit?”
“Poser.”
“Does that mean your account of Sit made to the court a few days ago was biased because of this?”
“I don’t know.”
Vince drove onto the highway, dodging traffic at the same time as he tried to read his upside down map, which was spread out on the seat next to him. He overtook the slower cars at any chance he got; it seemed like his car could fit into any space that ‘magically’ appeared.
“C’mon,” Vince impatiently growled and honked his horn at the camper van in front of him. Vince poked his head out the window and threw an empty beer can at the van before accelerating and bumping it. It suddenly swerved onto another lane, rear ending a black Porsche. Vince just drove even faster, ignoring the sounds of horns blaring and cars suddenly breaking.
The Jury didn’t even know why Albino was calling his witnesses because their testimonies didn’t really go anywhere. All they had learnt from Albino’s next witness, Rob Wilson, was that Wilson was told by Barry Johnston to help Sit become a good leader by pretending to hate him.
“Mr Johnston didn’t mention Sit’s past to you?” Albino asked.
“No.”
“Did you ever think that Mr Johnston ever was intimidated by Sit?”
“Well, just looking back it seemed like he didn’t really help Sit that much. He gave Sit advice when he was really stuck but neither never showed fear nor bias towards him.”
“So you still stand by your comments about Sit’s tendency to become violent?”
Wilson nodded as Albino grimaced.
Ambulance crews had carried the two policemen onto stretchers. Cal Bowen arrived at the scene and spoke to the less injured officer.
“What happened?” Cal questioned him.
“Vince Thompson – he got away.”
The man was wheeled away before Cal’s partner ran up to him.
“HQ radioed in. We’ve got a dangerous driver on the highway.”
“Let me guess,” Cal sighed, “Thompson?”
His partner nodded.
Vince saw the exit he was looking for and his car rolled off the highway. He was driving in the ‘run-down’ part of town and on the look-out for an old warehouse. Rain began to pelt down and Vince slowed down just to be a bit safer. The street he had turned into was deserted.
“This is strange,” Vince said aloud.
A police helicopter could be heard from the distance in the sky above. Then he quickly applied the breaks to the car. Looking to his left, Vince smiled.
Albino had been trying hard to get a hold of the next person he needed to testify.
“I would like to call Officer Felix of the local police department to testify,” Albino proudly exclaimed.
“Officer, in all of your years working with the technology crew in the force, can you tell me if putting sound into video is hard?”
“It’s easy if you know what you’re doing. And it is possible.”
“So you can tell me that based on your experience and expertise in this field, the apparent voice of William Sit in the security footage your department worked with could have been staged?”
Officer Felix nodded, “That could be a possibility.”
Albino smiled, “Your honour, I have no further questions.”
So far, that was the only meaningful testimony yet.
Cal Bowen and his partner had just reached the stretch of road where there were 11 cars piled up.
“What happened here?” Cal asked another officer after winding down his window.
“Crazy ass driver,” replied the lady officer.
Cal nodded and kept driving ahead.
“We’re on his tail, right on his tail. I can smell that son of a bitch,” Cal told his partner.
Vince crept into the warehouse; he had to be quiet in the dark complex. The floor was flooding that was the result of leaking. He struggled to see anything ahead so he pulled out his torch pointing it in front. With torch in left and gun in right, Vince approached a door. The pitter-patter of the rain outside started to get louder and louder against the tin roof. Vince stood in front of the door and tried to listen to try to figure out what was on the other side. He heard movement and recognised that someone was indeed inside. He reached for the doorknob, twisting it but it didn’t budge. Vince put his torch aside and prepared to kick the door down.