Status: New story
How wrong we were to think
chapter 4
Day 1
Brian's POV
14.30
I reached for the phone once they had left and dialled 911/ My hands were shaking and my palms were sweaty, so using the phone was much easier said than done. I got straight through.
"Hello, 911 emergency can I help you?" said the lady on the other end.
"Hey, umm… could I get through to New jersey Police Department?" I said shakily.
"Yeah, sure thing," I got through straight away.
"Hello this is D.C.I Toro how can I help-"
"It's an emergency! Some psychopath with a gun just came into my office here, demanded one million dollars and he just kidnapped my best friend and employee at gunpoint and they drove off somewhere and I have no fucking idea what's going on and I'm scared fucking sick for my friend," I blurted.
There was a pause. "Some psychopath with a gun just came into your office and kidnapped your friend, demanding a million dollars?" he repeated slowly.
"Yes,"
"Okay. Can I have your name please?"
"Brian Schechter" I replied, trying to control my voice.
"Ok-a-ay," he said, as if he was writing this down "Where are you just now?"
"In my music shop. Uh, Guitar Heaven, you know the one?"
I heard the slight smile in his voice. "Yes, I do. Got myself a guitar out of there last month in fact…" he paused "Okay, Brian, I'll be over in fifteen minutes with some officers and we can try and figure this out,"
Brian's POV
14.30
I reached for the phone once they had left and dialled 911/ My hands were shaking and my palms were sweaty, so using the phone was much easier said than done. I got straight through.
"Hello, 911 emergency can I help you?" said the lady on the other end.
"Hey, umm… could I get through to New jersey Police Department?" I said shakily.
"Yeah, sure thing," I got through straight away.
"Hello this is D.C.I Toro how can I help-"
"It's an emergency! Some psychopath with a gun just came into my office here, demanded one million dollars and he just kidnapped my best friend and employee at gunpoint and they drove off somewhere and I have no fucking idea what's going on and I'm scared fucking sick for my friend," I blurted.
There was a pause. "Some psychopath with a gun just came into your office and kidnapped your friend, demanding a million dollars?" he repeated slowly.
"Yes,"
"Okay. Can I have your name please?"
"Brian Schechter" I replied, trying to control my voice.
"Ok-a-ay," he said, as if he was writing this down "Where are you just now?"
"In my music shop. Uh, Guitar Heaven, you know the one?"
I heard the slight smile in his voice. "Yes, I do. Got myself a guitar out of there last month in fact…" he paused "Okay, Brian, I'll be over in fifteen minutes with some officers and we can try and figure this out,"
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