Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 389

I nodded and got out of the car, watching Inch drive away.

The address Officer Jackson had sent was not far away, and I had originally intended to go there directly. However, just a few steps into my walk, raindrops suddenly began falling from the sky. Rain in this season was particularly cold, and getting wet could easily lead to getting sick.

I made a quick decision and took a detour to buy an umbrella before continuing toward the address Officer Jackson had given me. The address led to a quiet alleyway behind the bustling streets.

As I entered the alley, I saw Officer Jackson getting out of his car and heading toward the designated meeting spot. I waved toward him, saying, "Off..."

Nonetheless, my voice was drowned out by a sudden roar, coming from a motorcycle that rushed past me. I barely had time to react when the motorcycle crashed right into Officer Jackson from behind. He had his back turned toward me, walking along the roadside with enough space for the motorcycle to pass. However, the motorcycle veered directly into him.

He was completely unprepared, and his entire body was almost crushed as he was dragged for a hundred yards, leaving a trail of blood staining the road.

I stood frozen in place, my entire body paralyzed. For a few seconds, I thought I was experiencing a hallucination.

The motorcycle sped away, leaving behind Officer Jackson lying in a pool of blood.

I rushed over, almost stumbling. The umbrella in my hand had long been blown away by the wind. I reached Officer Jackson's side, where he lay in a pool of blood. The icy rain soaked his body as he lay on his back, coughing up blood in large mouthfuls. His hands and feet were covered in blood.

"Officer Jackson, I... I'll take you to the hospital. We’ll go to the hospital..." I was trembling uncontrollably. I wanted to help him, but I was afraid that moving him would worsen his pain. I fumbled for my phone, desperately trying to call for help.

He grabbed my sleeve, his eyes fixed on me, and blood continued to gush from the corners of his mouth.

Seeing that he wanted to say something, I leaned down, pressing close to his ear. Tears were streaming down uncontrollably on my face. "Officer Jackson, please speak. I'm listening. I'm right here!"

He managed to open his mouth, his voice weak and strained. "Bag... the bag..."

From his fragmented words, I understood what he was trying to convey. I turned to look around and indeed spotted a soaked leather bag not far away. I crawled over and retrieved the bag.

He continued to look at me, every word causing more blood to gush from his mouth. "Car… li… is..."

Spurt! Suddenly, a burst of blood sprayed out of his mouth, and his entire body seemed to have been drained of life. He slowly released his grip on my sleeve and gazed at me lifelessly.

My brain buzzed, and it took me a while to find my voice. "Officer... Officer Jackson..."

The only response I received was the drifting rain and the chilly wind.