Rason & Eliza - Cee Bowerman Page 0,43
started screaming and beating on the door with her free hand, but Harley held steady. He was nudged forward a few inches after she slammed her body into the door. I was amazed that such a slender woman could be so strong.
“Got you now, bitch!” Harley chortled. “Cops are on their way!”
“Holy shit!” I jumped up off the couch and moved toward him, putting my hands out to help hold the door when she slammed into it again. Our sock feet didn’t give us much traction, but we held her there, screeching like a wild animal with one foot in a trap.
“Rason! Rason! It’s me! Help me! Ow! Help me, Rason!”
Between screams, Robin yelled for me and for my help, all the while hitting, kicking, and throwing her body against the door.
“If we let her go and she yanks her arm back, do you think she’ll flip back over the landing?” Harley laughed.
“I want the cops to see her with her fucking arm stuck through the door of a house she wasn’t invited into before I let her go,” I growled. “She’s going to be caught red-handed and they will have to take her ass to jail.”
“Or they’ll see a convicted felon on parole who just assaulted a poor innocent woman.” Harley blew out a breath. “Could go either way really.”
“Well, fuck.”
“Cops are here,” Harley mumbled.
“How do you know?”
“I have a sixth sense about these things.”
“How long were you in prison?”
“10 years, 3 months, 11 days, and 4 hours.”
“That’s oddly specific.”
“You ever been to prison?”
“No.”
“Okay then.”
Robin was still screeching, and Harley and I were just leaning against the door having a normal conversation. Weird shit like this was just part of my life now apparently.
Robin started yelling for help, and I heard a man’s voice nearing.
“He’s about seven steps down. Six now.”
“Are you a bat, Harley?”
“I thought bats used sonar.”
“That’s what sonar is, genius.”
“Oh. I’ve never seen a bat.”
“Jesus.” I leaned my head on the door in exasperation.
“You’re not freaking out anymore, are you?”
I turned my head and stared at him. He smiled at me showing a bright, white smile.
“Mr. Harper?”
“I’m here. Did you call Cpl. Bragg or Detective Lake?” I yelled through the crack in the door.
“It’s Officer Donovan, Mr. Harper,” the officer yelled over Robin’s screams. “Can you let her out of the door, please?”
“Are you going to arrest her?”
“If he doesn’t, are we taking her hostage or something?” Harley whispered.
“Yes, she will be placed under arrest,” Officer Donovan answered.
Harley and I instantly stepped away from the door. Robin snatched her arm back but kept shrieking. She was finished asking for help and started screaming my name again. We waited until her wails retreated before Harley unchained the door and opened it wide. I stepped out beside him onto the walkway at the top of the stairs.
Robin was face down on the ground with a female officer straddling her hips. She was squirming around, but the officer had her uninjured arm behind her back and held her down.
“We might as well have a smoke,” Harley said as he stepped down a few stairs and then sat.
“You smoke?”
“No, do you?”
“Have you ever felt like your world was spinning out of control and you’re barely hanging on?”
“Yeah. Right about the time my guilty verdict was announced.”
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"She’ll be booked into jail and then will have to go in front of a judge for a bail hearing. If she makes bail, she’ll get out. If not, then she’ll stay either until she does or until this goes to trial.”
I was standing in the parking lot of Harley’s apartment wearing his sweatpants, t-shirt, and even a pair of his socks. Harley and I watched while Robin railed and screamed at the police and then begged for medical attention.
An ambulance had come soon after they got Robin down on the ground, and the female deputy had ridden in the back of the ambulance to the hospital with her so they could do an x-ray on her arm.
Detective Lake was explaining the process and what I could expect to happen next.
“I can just go on about my life until the trial if she’s in jail. How likely is it that the judge will just keep her in there without bail? It’s obvious she can hide, so that counts for something doesn’t it?”
The detective nodded before replying, “It should. It’s really up to the judge. I’ll make sure I’m there at her arraignment, and I’ll hopefully have the chance to speak and explain how good she