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television channel with poor reception. I followed the noise to the kitchen.
I saw Max fidgeting with that police radio. He didn’t notice me until I spoke. “What’s going on, Max?”
“I was fooling around with this,” he answered, fidgeting with the police radio. “When I heard someone speak out loud. The voice came from a police frequency used by cops around this area. It sounded like he was in serious trouble.”
I raised an eyebrow as Max tinkered with the knobs on the radio. “Are you sure that it was-“
My statement was cut off by a desperate voice. “T-This is Officer Brown… my car flipped over… requesting help…”
“Oh my God!” I gasped. I knew that feeling of isolation and terror. “It sounds like he’s in some serious trouble.”
Max turned a knob to add clarity to the voice. “Wait, there’s looks like there’s more.”
I heard the voice again. This time it was much clear. “H-help! I’m… family of two… woman… child-“
Static drowned out the voice. I cursed under my breath. “We’re losing him.”
Then, we heard a small snippet. “Blanche Avenue and-“
It had cut off again. Max growled at the police radio. “Damn, I lost it again. Those cop cars cost a fortune but don’t have the tires for driving on an icy road.”
“Oh no,” I said, rubbing my temple. “That man is in serious trouble… and he has a family with them. The weather’s cleared up a bit but they’re still out in the cold.”
Max nodded in solemn agreement. “And he said their car was flipped over… with a child inside. He might have tried to get a family to safety and ended up in trouble himself.”
I didn’t have to be a psychic to know he was getting flashbacks to the death of his family. “Max, do you know the place where? I think it was Blanche Street or Route-”
“Blanche Avenue is a deathtrap,” Max grunted in frustration. “It’s a road that goes alongside a mountain pass. The road is full of potholes that road workers never fill up. That’s before you add in one of the worst snowstorms in history. The police are an hour’s drive away. We’re much closer and Blanche Avenue isn’t very long. We could take a risk and travel there ourselves.”
“They need help,” I pleaded. “I’m not sure the police can get to them in time.”
“Agreed,” he replied, getting up and heading to his bedroom to get dressed. “The three of them might be running out of time. You stay here and I’ll go-”
“Hold on a minute,” I said, stopping him from leaving so soon. “I’m coming too.”
He glared at me. “Out of the question.”
“What am I supposed to do?” I asked rhetorically. “Wait here? Sit on my ass and pray? If something goes wrong, I want to be there to back you up, Max.”
“Emily, this is not up for discussion-“
“Hell, it isn’t,” I shot back. “Max, you need me. There could be a scared woman and child over there. They’ll be scared and reluctant to trust some guy who claims to have overheard them over the radio. They’ll need someone to calm them. I can be that person. I know what’s it like to be stuck out in the cold. You saved but now it’s time that I paid you back.”
“Fine, but you stay in the car at all times and do whatever I ask of you,” he grumbled, rubbing his forehead in irritation. “Got it?”
I gave small smile. “Got it.”
The both of us bundled up in our thickest clothing. I brought some water and a trauma kit in case there was any serious injuries. Max’s jeep wasn’t made for five passengers. However, it drove well in rugged terrain.
While my lover drove with grim determination, I prayed for their safety. We slowly traversed across Blanche Avenue which had lived up to its reputation. The jeep’s suspension got a
I saw Max fidgeting with that police radio. He didn’t notice me until I spoke. “What’s going on, Max?”
“I was fooling around with this,” he answered, fidgeting with the police radio. “When I heard someone speak out loud. The voice came from a police frequency used by cops around this area. It sounded like he was in serious trouble.”
I raised an eyebrow as Max tinkered with the knobs on the radio. “Are you sure that it was-“
My statement was cut off by a desperate voice. “T-This is Officer Brown… my car flipped over… requesting help…”
“Oh my God!” I gasped. I knew that feeling of isolation and terror. “It sounds like he’s in some serious trouble.”
Max turned a knob to add clarity to the voice. “Wait, there’s looks like there’s more.”
I heard the voice again. This time it was much clear. “H-help! I’m… family of two… woman… child-“
Static drowned out the voice. I cursed under my breath. “We’re losing him.”
Then, we heard a small snippet. “Blanche Avenue and-“
It had cut off again. Max growled at the police radio. “Damn, I lost it again. Those cop cars cost a fortune but don’t have the tires for driving on an icy road.”
“Oh no,” I said, rubbing my temple. “That man is in serious trouble… and he has a family with them. The weather’s cleared up a bit but they’re still out in the cold.”
Max nodded in solemn agreement. “And he said their car was flipped over… with a child inside. He might have tried to get a family to safety and ended up in trouble himself.”
I didn’t have to be a psychic to know he was getting flashbacks to the death of his family. “Max, do you know the place where? I think it was Blanche Street or Route-”
“Blanche Avenue is a deathtrap,” Max grunted in frustration. “It’s a road that goes alongside a mountain pass. The road is full of potholes that road workers never fill up. That’s before you add in one of the worst snowstorms in history. The police are an hour’s drive away. We’re much closer and Blanche Avenue isn’t very long. We could take a risk and travel there ourselves.”
“They need help,” I pleaded. “I’m not sure the police can get to them in time.”
“Agreed,” he replied, getting up and heading to his bedroom to get dressed. “The three of them might be running out of time. You stay here and I’ll go-”
“Hold on a minute,” I said, stopping him from leaving so soon. “I’m coming too.”
He glared at me. “Out of the question.”
“What am I supposed to do?” I asked rhetorically. “Wait here? Sit on my ass and pray? If something goes wrong, I want to be there to back you up, Max.”
“Emily, this is not up for discussion-“
“Hell, it isn’t,” I shot back. “Max, you need me. There could be a scared woman and child over there. They’ll be scared and reluctant to trust some guy who claims to have overheard them over the radio. They’ll need someone to calm them. I can be that person. I know what’s it like to be stuck out in the cold. You saved but now it’s time that I paid you back.”
“Fine, but you stay in the car at all times and do whatever I ask of you,” he grumbled, rubbing his forehead in irritation. “Got it?”
I gave small smile. “Got it.”
The both of us bundled up in our thickest clothing. I brought some water and a trauma kit in case there was any serious injuries. Max’s jeep wasn’t made for five passengers. However, it drove well in rugged terrain.
While my lover drove with grim determination, I prayed for their safety. We slowly traversed across Blanche Avenue which had lived up to its reputation. The jeep’s suspension got a
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