Terry had a plan. He ran out the door and jumped into his seat and took off going the wrong direction. Marge and the sales clerk ducked behind the counter as Stienvield speed past in pursuit.
Even though Marge had never met the gas station clerk, she gripped the ladies arm with bruit force. She was so worried about her husband. She knew that he would never be able to outrun a charger with their minivan.
The man in the charger was ticked. As he speed along, quickly gaining on Terry, he spoke angrily to him in the phone. “Mr. Wayne, you have made a bad mistake and you will have to pay for it.” There were no questions just a dial tone on the phone and immediately a shot rang and the back window shattered. The charger was only a few hundred feet away at this point.
Terry’s heart was racing. He was wondering why his wife had a box of weapons in the car. Who was this evil sounding man on the phone? When were the police going get there? Is Marge in trouble with the law?
He was glad that he had left her at the gas station as he made and attempt to out drive the Charger. He cranked the wheel of the van nearly rolling it over and the gap between the two cars closed instantly.
Mr. Stienvield was totally surprised by this instant change of direction. He had to rethink his plan.
Now he was wondering who Mr. Wayne was. This did not seem like the move of a street person. He spun his car around to follow.
The ladies were on the phone with the police office dispatch trying to update them on what was happening outside of the gas station.
As soon as they had mentioned that Terry had gone the wrong direction they had to correct themselves because he had passed them again. The girls dropped behind the counter as Stienvield’s car flew past in a cloud of dust.
Marge was wondering what Terry was thinking. She trusted his judgment but that trust did not calm her nerves.
Moments after the cars left view an officer pulled in.
Marge ran out. “What are you doing here? They’re down the road.”
“Maim, there are other officers taking care of the chase. I’m going to stay right here in case they come back.”
“My husband is in the van. We found some illegal weapons and the man chasing us is trying to get them back.”
“Move back….!” The officer shouted and floored the car throwing dirt and dust all over.
The officer’s timing was incredible as he managed to clip the back end of the charger with his bumper causing the car to spin uncontrollably.
He stayed in his car with his hands on the wheel as the other officers skidded in. They popped out of their cars with gun drawn squinting to see through the dust. Moments later two more police vehicles blocked the road.
Stienvield apparently knew the drill. He slowly left his car with his hands high in the air.
In moments the two terrestrial officers approached and cuffed him ushering him into one of the cars.
Marge watched the whole thing with baited breath. Dread struck her as she wondered where Terry was. She feared that he had gotten shot or in a wreck. She wanted to run to ask the officer but it was not time. They were still dealing with this man who had chased them down.
“Bang!” came the terrifying sound from somewhere nearby. Before she could even turn to look a hand grabbed her shoulder. Startled she nearly fell to her knees.
It was the screen door slamming that had produced the sound. Holding her up was the strong arms of her husband; her hero.
Terry had to ask “Honey before the police ask us, tell me where those weapons came from.”
She looked surprised at the sound of mistrust in his voice. “Honey, they were delivered to our house.”
“Then why were you driving with them when you called me?” Still Terry was unsure that her story made sense.
“I didn’t want them there when the kids came home.”
As they were thinking about their kids an officer approached to take a report saying, “This better be good.”
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