“Yes!” I hollered, shoving at him again. “Go! You can’t let him get away. He’s dangerous.”
“Please calm down, ma’am,” he said, reaching a hand out to block me from pushing him again. “Officers should already be on the scene,” he explained. “Three cars were dispatched to Mr. Devereaux’s residence, while we came here to findyou.”
I sagged against him. “Thankgod.”
“Hey, Steve!” one of the EMT’s called out as they wheeled Ash into the back of the ambulance bay. “We’re gonna take him over to Legacy.”
Officer Steve, who I now saw wore a name tag declaring he was one Steve Wheeler, nodded. “Yeah, alright. Miss Griffin and I will follow behind.” He threw a glance my way and gestured toward his waitingcar.
I shook my head. “I’m not leaving Blanche and Dorothy out here by themselves. They’re hurttoo.”
“Blanche and Dorothy?” he asked, scrubbing his palm over his beard.
I craned my neck toward the truck. “The dogs. Blanche and Dorothy.”
He snickered. “The Golden Girls?”
“Yeah,” I said, able to smile now that I knew Ash was going to beokay.
Officer Steve eyed me speculatively. “Are you okay to drive?”
I nodded vigorously. “I’m fine. I’ll be right behind you,” I said, skittering over to the truck, and hauling myself into the driver’s seat. Quickly, I adjusted the mirrors and flipped the ignition. As the ambulance and police cruiser peeled out onto the highway, their lights flashing and sirens blaring, I pulled out behindthem.