Rock Chick
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“Indy!” Dad shouted from somewhere.
“Here. Safe,” Lee shouted back.
My eyes found Dad and I noticed he lifted his index finger and snapped it smartly at Lee in a “you the man” gesture. He got in with Malcolm and Kitty Sue as Lee started talking to me.
“Stay here, lock your doors, stay down and out of sight.”
I turned to him.
“Tod, Stevie, Tex. Ohmigod, Andrea’s a mother!”
But he wasn’t listening, he slammed the door and ran back to BJ’s.
“And now you,” I whispered, watching him go.
Ally’s hand took mine.
“He’ll be okay,” she said. “You know, you wouldn’t even want a man who wouldn’t go back to save someone’s mother and a drag queen.”
This was true.
Her hand went from mine to my neck and forced me down and my torso explored the limits of the seat belt Lee buckled on me.
“I’ll tell you what’s happening,” she offered.
I bent forward as far as I could to hide myself, heard the locks go on the doors and she started the car in preparation just in case we needed a fast getaway. I listened as Ally counted off Duke and Dolores, who roared off on their hog. Marianne came out with Hank, who took her directly to her car. Andrea came out with Lee, trailed by Andrea’s husband. Lee made sure they were in their mini-van before he went back in. Tex raged out on his own power but this included from Ally an, “Uh-oh, I think he’s bleeding again”. I nearly shot up but she kept me down with a hand at my neck.
The locks went, I was pressed further forward as the back of my seat was tilted, the seatbelt strained to its limits and cut into my chest, and Tex threw himself in back.
“Holy f**k, pandemonium at the g*y bar!” he yelled.
I reached out and closed the door, the locks went again and I turned my head and looked back as best I could in the position I was in.
“You okay?” I asked Tex.
“Think I tore somethin’ lose either throwin’ you or doin’ the dive or maybe when I got in a fight with that guy in leather. Doesn’t matter. I feel f**kin’ great! It’s bedlam in there. Fuckin’ nuts!” He stopped, leaned forward and looked out the windshield. “Hey, that’s the guy that shot me!”
My head popped up and sure enough, it was Pepper Rick.
He ran to a car with people in it, a little Mini. The people had left the bar and were trying to get away. I could hear sirens as I watched Rick yank the driver out, the passenger throwing himself out the other side. Rick got behind the wheel and burned rubber.
“Go! Go, go, go!” Tex shouted and Ally didn’t hesitate, she laid rubber too.
I turned my head to her.
“What are you doing?” I shouted.
“He can’t get away!” she shouted back.
With my head turned, I saw Terry Wilcox’s boys, Goon Gary and The Moron as they exited BJ’s.
Jeez, it was like an Indy Torture Squad convention.
Then I could notice no more as Ally jerked around a car trying to exit the parking lot and jumped the curb, screeching south onto Broadway, cutting off a car as we swerved across the two lanes going north and pulling right out in front of a squad car coming south.
The cop car was about to execute a turn in to BJ’s but jerked back out onto Broadway behind the Mustang.
“Pull over, let the cops have him,” I said.
“No way! This guy shot me!” Tex yelled.
Ally wasn’t listening anyway, she rocketed down Broadway, shifting gears quickly, ratcheting up the mph to levels so far beyond safe it wasn’t funny.
“Ally, pull over!” I screamed.
“He’s two cars in front of you. Pass! Pass!” Tex shouted.
We shot passed two squad cars going north, their lights on and sirens blaring. One screeched to a halt and did a uie behind us.
“Stop now! There are more cops, he won’t get away!” I yelled.
“Don’t stop!” Tex shouted. “Never say die!”
I went to bars and clubs without my purse, usually carrying money, credit cards, driver’s license and lip gloss in my front pocket and my cell in my back. It was now that I felt my cell phone vibrate against my ass as I heard it ring. I snatched it from my pocket and tore my eyes from the road long enough to read, “Lee calling”.
I flipped it open as Tex crowed, “No cars in front of us, bump him! That’s it!”
“Don’t bump him!” I shrieked “He’s in someone else’s car.”
Ally didn’t listen, we bumped Pepper Rick, did a nauseating, out of control jerk from side-to-side before Ally righted us and then she yelled, “Righteous!”
I was too scared even to scream.
“Indy.” I heard Lee’s voice in my ear and didn’t realize I’d put the cell there.
“Yeah?” I replied, sounding calmer than I actually was.
“Bump him again, girl,” Tex encouraged.
“Where the f**k are you?” Lee, on the other hand, didn’t sound calm.
Another cop car going north screeched to a halt and swung a uie. I looked behind us and we had three squad cars trailing us now, their sirens blaring and lights rolling. It looked like other cars were back there too, members of the chase, and one of them looked a whole lot like Lee’s Crossfire.
I turned back forward and answered Lee.
“We saw Pepper Rick so we’re following him. Going south on Broadway.”
A car shot passed us, looking like it had Terry Wilcox’s goons in it. It jerked in front of Pepper Rick and slammed on its brakes. Everyone behind it, including us, slammed on their brakes and went into evasive maneuvering. Ally’s Mustang did a couple more sickening lurches and then we all accelerated, Pepper Rick and Coxy’s boys jockeying for position in front of us like they were on a NASCAR track. Thankfully everyone on Broadway was pulling well over because of the squad car posse behind us.
“Pull over,” I heard Lee demand in my ear.
“She won’t listen to me,” I told Lee. “She and Tex are on a mission.”
“Indy, tell Ally to pull… the f**k… over,” Lee repeated.
“Ally,” I said, “Lee wants you to pull over.”
“I can’t,” Ally returned. “I can’t do it. He’s not gonna get away. He shot at you.”
It was then I lost my mind, pulled the phone from my ear and screeched, “Pull over, God dammit!”
We were well into Englewood when a squad car came up beside us, Willie Moses at the wheel. I saw Brian Bond sitting in the passenger seat doing hand gestures at us, his face a mask of disbelieving fury. Ally turned her head to look at him and lost control of the Mustang.
“Here. Safe,” Lee shouted back.
My eyes found Dad and I noticed he lifted his index finger and snapped it smartly at Lee in a “you the man” gesture. He got in with Malcolm and Kitty Sue as Lee started talking to me.
“Stay here, lock your doors, stay down and out of sight.”
I turned to him.
“Tod, Stevie, Tex. Ohmigod, Andrea’s a mother!”
But he wasn’t listening, he slammed the door and ran back to BJ’s.
“And now you,” I whispered, watching him go.
Ally’s hand took mine.
“He’ll be okay,” she said. “You know, you wouldn’t even want a man who wouldn’t go back to save someone’s mother and a drag queen.”
This was true.
Her hand went from mine to my neck and forced me down and my torso explored the limits of the seat belt Lee buckled on me.
“I’ll tell you what’s happening,” she offered.
I bent forward as far as I could to hide myself, heard the locks go on the doors and she started the car in preparation just in case we needed a fast getaway. I listened as Ally counted off Duke and Dolores, who roared off on their hog. Marianne came out with Hank, who took her directly to her car. Andrea came out with Lee, trailed by Andrea’s husband. Lee made sure they were in their mini-van before he went back in. Tex raged out on his own power but this included from Ally an, “Uh-oh, I think he’s bleeding again”. I nearly shot up but she kept me down with a hand at my neck.
The locks went, I was pressed further forward as the back of my seat was tilted, the seatbelt strained to its limits and cut into my chest, and Tex threw himself in back.
“Holy f**k, pandemonium at the g*y bar!” he yelled.
I reached out and closed the door, the locks went again and I turned my head and looked back as best I could in the position I was in.
“You okay?” I asked Tex.
“Think I tore somethin’ lose either throwin’ you or doin’ the dive or maybe when I got in a fight with that guy in leather. Doesn’t matter. I feel f**kin’ great! It’s bedlam in there. Fuckin’ nuts!” He stopped, leaned forward and looked out the windshield. “Hey, that’s the guy that shot me!”
My head popped up and sure enough, it was Pepper Rick.
He ran to a car with people in it, a little Mini. The people had left the bar and were trying to get away. I could hear sirens as I watched Rick yank the driver out, the passenger throwing himself out the other side. Rick got behind the wheel and burned rubber.
“Go! Go, go, go!” Tex shouted and Ally didn’t hesitate, she laid rubber too.
I turned my head to her.
“What are you doing?” I shouted.
“He can’t get away!” she shouted back.
With my head turned, I saw Terry Wilcox’s boys, Goon Gary and The Moron as they exited BJ’s.
Jeez, it was like an Indy Torture Squad convention.
Then I could notice no more as Ally jerked around a car trying to exit the parking lot and jumped the curb, screeching south onto Broadway, cutting off a car as we swerved across the two lanes going north and pulling right out in front of a squad car coming south.
The cop car was about to execute a turn in to BJ’s but jerked back out onto Broadway behind the Mustang.
“Pull over, let the cops have him,” I said.
“No way! This guy shot me!” Tex yelled.
Ally wasn’t listening anyway, she rocketed down Broadway, shifting gears quickly, ratcheting up the mph to levels so far beyond safe it wasn’t funny.
“Ally, pull over!” I screamed.
“He’s two cars in front of you. Pass! Pass!” Tex shouted.
We shot passed two squad cars going north, their lights on and sirens blaring. One screeched to a halt and did a uie behind us.
“Stop now! There are more cops, he won’t get away!” I yelled.
“Don’t stop!” Tex shouted. “Never say die!”
I went to bars and clubs without my purse, usually carrying money, credit cards, driver’s license and lip gloss in my front pocket and my cell in my back. It was now that I felt my cell phone vibrate against my ass as I heard it ring. I snatched it from my pocket and tore my eyes from the road long enough to read, “Lee calling”.
I flipped it open as Tex crowed, “No cars in front of us, bump him! That’s it!”
“Don’t bump him!” I shrieked “He’s in someone else’s car.”
Ally didn’t listen, we bumped Pepper Rick, did a nauseating, out of control jerk from side-to-side before Ally righted us and then she yelled, “Righteous!”
I was too scared even to scream.
“Indy.” I heard Lee’s voice in my ear and didn’t realize I’d put the cell there.
“Yeah?” I replied, sounding calmer than I actually was.
“Bump him again, girl,” Tex encouraged.
“Where the f**k are you?” Lee, on the other hand, didn’t sound calm.
Another cop car going north screeched to a halt and swung a uie. I looked behind us and we had three squad cars trailing us now, their sirens blaring and lights rolling. It looked like other cars were back there too, members of the chase, and one of them looked a whole lot like Lee’s Crossfire.
I turned back forward and answered Lee.
“We saw Pepper Rick so we’re following him. Going south on Broadway.”
A car shot passed us, looking like it had Terry Wilcox’s goons in it. It jerked in front of Pepper Rick and slammed on its brakes. Everyone behind it, including us, slammed on their brakes and went into evasive maneuvering. Ally’s Mustang did a couple more sickening lurches and then we all accelerated, Pepper Rick and Coxy’s boys jockeying for position in front of us like they were on a NASCAR track. Thankfully everyone on Broadway was pulling well over because of the squad car posse behind us.
“Pull over,” I heard Lee demand in my ear.
“She won’t listen to me,” I told Lee. “She and Tex are on a mission.”
“Indy, tell Ally to pull… the f**k… over,” Lee repeated.
“Ally,” I said, “Lee wants you to pull over.”
“I can’t,” Ally returned. “I can’t do it. He’s not gonna get away. He shot at you.”
It was then I lost my mind, pulled the phone from my ear and screeched, “Pull over, God dammit!”
We were well into Englewood when a squad car came up beside us, Willie Moses at the wheel. I saw Brian Bond sitting in the passenger seat doing hand gestures at us, his face a mask of disbelieving fury. Ally turned her head to look at him and lost control of the Mustang.
