“It’s all taken care of doll,” Chief Rick Hollo said.

Deborah, propped up in a chaise lounge position in the triage bed stared blankly at Rick Hollo. Him sitting there with his left leg folded over his right knee, slurping, gratuitously, his coffee from the Styrofoam cup. Forehead furrowed pensively - looking up at her. At ‘ ( Read more... )

            Chief Rick Hollo sat with Deborah, or Debbie, as he decided he would call her, in the triage area of the emergency room. Doctors and nurses walked by; most of them knew Rick. It was Sorbonne, Ohio, after all.

Nurse Kelly McGinty asked Rick if he wanted a cup of coffee.

Rick said, “sure,” said, “two sugars and three creams.” Rick didn’t ( Read more... )

            Chief Rick Hollo called Madison back at the station.

“Hey.”

“Listen I got us a new Betty.” Chief Rick Hollo loved to call good looking women ‘Betties.” Something he picked up stationed in Fort Riley Kansas as an MP back in the late seventies and early eighties.

“A gal,” he said. “I got a female ( Read more... )

            As Reggie and Saul hoisted the stretcher into the hull of the ambulance, the stainless steel chassis accordioned up under the gurney, and the big castor wheels became precise guides inside a stainless steel track on the diamond plated floor of the ambulance.

They locked the wheels of the stretcher in place, and Saul and ( Read more... )