“Not any more, dear,” an older woman with beautifully styled silver hair calls over. “I took the ghastly thing from him as soon as I could.”
For the first time in the past fifteen or sominutes, everyone is quiet. You could hear a pin drop. Everyone is in shock at this lovely looking lady holding up a gun wrapped in a handkerchief between her thumb and pointer finger.
“Er, ma'am, we need you to lower the weapon down on the floor slowly,” the same officer says, but funnily enough, even though she is the one holding a gun, he doesn’t raise his to point at her.
“Ah, yes. But don’t worry, I have already disarmed it,” she says in such a sure way.
Is this really happening?
Turning back to Luke, I see he is still on top of John, but the police are taking over. My head feels like a ping pong ball, whipping back and forth with all the things happening at once. Even once he's free to move, he doesn’t leave his side. His stance is rigid, like he is containing himself with all the effort he possesses.
“Clear,” another officer calls.
More blue flashing lights appear as an ambulance comes to join the scene. I hurry over to direct them to Geoff, who seems to be the only person needing help, other than John. But that fucker can suffer for all I care.
The next hour passes by in a blur. The cars are loaded back up, with him handcuffed in the back of the van. Geoff is on his way to the Worcester emergency department, so he can be overseen by Luke's friends, and finally, my man is walking towards me. I feel lost in my ownlittle world, not really thinking of anything at all, other than him, when one name suddenly springs to my mind.
“Wait!” I scream, spinning on the last lot of police officers that are just about to climb into their cars. “He… he said he has my friend, Layla, somewhere. I don’t know where, what or how, but you need to send someone to her address.”
“Fuck,” I hear Luke as his breath whooshes out of him. “Shit, Layla!”
