Rason & Eliza - Cee Bowerman Page 0,10
thigh where I’d stuck it when I got into my Jeep. Robin was sitting on my porch and I wasn’t going to deal with her bullshit anymore.
I dialed Officer Vanover’s number since he’d told me he was on duty until 10:00 tonight. He answered on the third ring.
“This is Rason, Nick’s friend from the garage.”
“Is she at your house?”
“I just pulled up in the driveway and she’s on my porch.”
“Hang up with me and call it in. Make it official.”
I hung up the phone and dialed 911. The dispatcher took my name and address and assured me an officer was on the way. When I hung up, I called my neighbor across the street.
“Hey, Jazmyne. Are you at home?”
“I am. What’s up, neighbor?”
“Just look out your window; don’t come outside. Do you see the woman sitting on my porch?”
“She’s still there?”
“How long has she been there?”
“Since about 2:30 when I went out to check the mail.”
“Really?”
“Really. I figured she was a friend of yours. She showed up about the same time yesterday.”
“Next time you see her on my porch and I’m not home, will you call the cops? Just tell them there’s someone at my house that you know isn’t supposed to be there.”
“Wow. That bad, huh?”
“It’s that bad. You and Atlas come over for a beer sometime soon and I’ll tell you all about it.”
“Will do. Be safe, Rason.”
“Thanks, Jaz. Talk to you later.”
I hung the phone up and it rang just as I was setting it on my leg.
“This is Rason.”
“This is Vanover. I got the call, and I’m on my way. Another officer should get there a minute or two before me.”
“Okay, thanks. I’ll just stay in my Jeep.” I hung the phone up and leaned back on the headrest. I took a few calming breaths and tried to remember why I’d asked Robin out in the first place.
Maybe I just shouldn’t date anymore, I thought to myself. This was absolute bullshit.
“You can’t just sit in your car forever, Rason. You’re going to have to talk to me at some point.”
“I’ve got nothing to say, Robin.” I told her through the window.
I saw her glance behind my Jeep and when she looked back, the rage in her eyes stunned me.
“You called the fucking cops?”
“I sure the hell did.” I nodded.
“How did you call them when you don’t have a phone?”
“How the hell do you know I don’t have a phone?” I yelled. “Did you steal my fucking phone, Robin?”
I watched Robin’s face change yet again from the crazy look of rage I’d seen to an even scarier expression where she was clearly feigning innocence. I rolled my window down so I could hear her speak to the police officer who’d arrived.
“Hi, officer,” Robin said sweetly. “Can I help you with something?”
“We received a call that there was a trespasser?”
She laughed. “No, I don’t think so. My boyfriend just got home from work and it’s just us here.”
I took a deep breath and then blew it out when I saw another cop car pull up to the curb. Officer Vanover got out and started walking our way with his brow furrowed and mouth pressed into a thin line.
“Do you live here, ma’am?”
“I do.” She smiled at him and then at Officer Vanover. “I live here.”
“Ma’am, can I ask you to move away from the Jeep so Mr. Harper can get out, please?” Officer Vanover motioned for Robin to move, and she glanced over at me with a giant smile as she stepped back a few feet.
“How do you know Rason?”
“I met him earlier today when he filed a police report about harassing phone calls,” Officer Vanover replied.
Robin’s face changed again. It was back to cold rage.
“Oh, really?” She turned her head to look at me, standing inside the open door of my Jeep. “Who was harassing him?”
“Well, since he called us out here to report that you are trespassing on his property, it’s safe to assume that this might have something to do with the phone calls.”
“How is it harassing if we’re dating?” Robin scoffed. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Mr. Harper? Are you and...” Officer Vanover paused to look down at his notes, “Ms. Lomeli dating?”
“No, we are not. I broke up with her a few weeks ago, and this past Sunday, I told her that we couldn’t even be friends because she can’t separate the two.”
“And did you ask Ms. Lomeli not to contact you?”
“I did. I told her not to call or come by and to forget she ever