The Adventures of Delilah Dubonnet: Episode 9

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The Adventures of Delilah Dubonnet: Episode 9

Episode 9: The Chase


“Richard, I think we have a problem,” Delilah said. “Is that Frank’s car following us?”

 

(Did you miss Episode 8?)


Richard twisted to look out of the rearview mirror. “Shit,” he said.


Delilah put her foot down on the accelerator. She pressed down hard. “Hold on,” she said. “This is going to be a wild ride.” They watched the speedometer go from 50 to 70 to 90.


“Damn girl, I didn’t peg you for a reckless driver,” Richard said.


“This isn’t reckless,” Delilah replied. “I’m preventing us from being tied to chairs and ransomed for exorbitant sums of money.” She swerved around a red Mercedes, and heard an angry car horn in response.


“Okay,” Richard said. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled, closing his eyes. “It’s going to be okay.”


“Not a fan of high speed car chases?” Delilah asked.


“You could say that,” Richard told her. He gripped her hand on the steering wheel. “If we die right now, Delilah Dubonnet, I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to take you on an actual date.”


Delilah couldn’t think of a response. She needed all of her brain power to avoid hitting a car and stay ahead of Frank at the same time. As she looked in the rearview mirror, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. The blinking red and blue lights of a cop car shone through the window. She had never felt joy at being pulled over before.


The cop that had stopped her appeared outside her window. “License and registration,” she said.


Delilah looked in her purse. No wallet. “I...uh...don’t have my license.” Richard handed her the registration, which he’d found in the glove compartment. “Officer,” Delilah said, “Did you see that black SUV following us?”


“Ma’am,” the cop said, “If you don’t have your license, I’m going to have to cite you for driving without a driver’s license.”


Delilah took a deep breath. “What’s your name?” she asked the cop.


“Ma’am - “ the cop started to say. She stopped short as her eyes moved to the backseat and she noticed Cassandra lying there with her head bleeding. “What happened here?”


“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” Delilah said. “We’re in trouble. We need your help.”


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Two hours later, Delilah, Richard, and Cassandra sat in uncomfortable blue plastic chairs in the South Miami precinct office. Delilah rubbed her arms, feeling goosebumps under her fingers. Why was the air conditioning always on so high everywhere in Miami?


They’d explained the situation to Officer Lopez, showing the marks the ropes had left on their wrists as proof of their kidnapping. At first, she’d seemed skeptical, and then annoyed. “And I thought I would be able to go home after I finished my numbers for the day,” she’d sighed.


Eventually, she’d agreed to bring them back to the police station and send a team out to Frank’s place, for which Cassandra grudgingly gave her the address. Now they were waiting for the team to return.


Delilah pulled out her favorite lipstick, Irresistible Kissable Lipstick in Dubonnet, and applied it to her lips, then layered Illuminating Lip Gloss in Blinker on top. She smiled. Now she really looked like a woman who had just outrun a kidnapper.


“How are you holding up?” Richard asked.


“This has been one of the most interesting days of my life,” Delilah told him. She felt oddly okay about the whole thing. “I wouldn’t mind a sweater and a cup of coffee though. How are you doing?”


Richard put his arm around her, and she was immediately flooded with warmth. “Let’s see...I’m sitting next to a gorgeous woman after a kidnapping and a high speed car chase. I feel like James Bond. But I do wish they would come back and tell us what’s going on.”


Cassandra shifted in her seat, putting her hand to the bandage on her head. “You guys are slightly nauseating,” she complained. “And my head hurts. You know Frank won’t be there when the cops get to his house,” she added. “He saw the cops pull you over. He’s probably in Orlando by now.”


Right then, a policeman walked in. “Are you the three that claimed to have been kidnapped?” he asked.


Delilah and Richard nodded. Cassandra shrugged.


“We went to the house. We found some ropes in the trash can out back. We also found these.” He held up a Ziplock bag with three phones in it. “Do they look familiar?”


“Those are our phones,” Delilah said. She leaned forward and put out her hand, expecting the cop to give her the Ziplock.


“We have to keep them as evidence, at least for now,” the cop said. “Plus they’re all broken.” Looking more closely, Delilah could see that all three of the phones had been crushed.


“Crap,” Delilah said. Richard pulled her closer, but all she could think about was that broken phone. She felt despair welling up inside her. The phone made all of this somehow more real.


“We’re going to dust for fingerprints,” the cop said. “If we get a match with the name you gave us, Frank Delano, we’ll bring him in for questioning.”


“Thank you, officer,” Richard said. “Do you want us to stay here?”


“I can’t keep you,” the cop said. “Do you have a safe place to go?”


A half hour later, Richard, Delilah, and Cassandra climbed out of the back of a cop car in front of a gigantic high rise in Brickell.


“Here it is,” Delilah said. “Hopefully he’ll be okay with us crashing here.” She hadn’t seen her ex, Mark, in months, but at this moment, he felt like her last hope.

 

(Did you miss Episode 8?)