Creative Writing: An Inspector Calls

Larry was returning a few calls when two disheveled gentleman step into his office. He recognized one of them from yesterday's visit, so he figures the second larger gentleman was the nephew.

"Let me get back to you on that." He says, hanging up the phone.

"This is Marty's nephew, Vinnie. He's the one I was telling you about yesterday."

"Yes, come in, have a seat." He says, pointing to two chairs in front of his desk.

"I told him you'd take good care of him."

"Well gentleman, I wish I had better news, but I'm afraid the police has a solid case against you."

"There's nothing you can do?" Vinnie exclaims, quickly turning towards his uncle.

"Sure he can. Right pal?" He says, wiggling his phone. Seeing the ominous look on his face, Larry nervously

"You was going thirty in a twenty-five." He states, finishing up his call to dispatch.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was speeding. See my husband and I are going out tonight and..."

"What's that in the front seat?" He asks, pointing to the knife.

"It's a knife. I bought it for my husband's birthday present. I want to get home and.." Pulling the gun from his holster he continues.

"Step out of the car nice and slow please, and keep your hands where I can see them." He instructs, opening the car door.

"Be advised your suspect has a warrant for her arrest out of Kent County Delaware." The dispatcher announces over the radio.

"Turn around, face the car, hands on your head." A thousand thoughts ran through her mind as she stood frozen outside the car.

"Do it now!" He orders. In one swift movement, she grabs the gun out of his hands then darts across the street.

"Freeze, police." He yells, pulling his backup weapon out of the holster. Seeing a handsome looking gentleman getting out of his car, she runs over to him.

"Scoot over!" She demands, shoving the gun against his head.

"I ah I..." Larry begins.

"Do it now!" She says, cocking her