Page 14 of Liberating Mallory

“You’re a crazy bitch!” Bo screamed at Raso, tears and snot running down his face.

“Eh, you call it being a crazy bitch, I call it self-defense. Potato…pahtato…” Raso quipped back, tilting her head side to side.

Knight and Opie grimaced as they looked at the injured man on the ground, shaking their head. “I guess we should call the sheriff and give him a heads up on what just happened. Get these two down to the sheriff’s office.” Knight advised, looking at Diesel and Raso. “Remind me not to piss you ladies off more than I have already.”

“Good boy! I’ll call the sheriff. Diesel, Taz, you two round up tweedle dee and tweedle dumbass up and cuff them.” Raso told her two teammates as she walked way to make her call.

“Fuck you! Bo needs medical attention. You fucking better get it!”

“Blah, blah, blah. All I hear is the Charlie Brown teacher whining. We know he needs medical attention, numbnuts…oh wait, that’s your friend…oops!” Taz answered while Raso was on the phone, ignoring the screaming of the two men.

While Diesel and Cortez cuffed the two men, Raso notified Sgt. Brocard since she was still with the sheriff.

“You seriously shot the man in his dick?” Sgt. Brocard asked, trying to catch her breathe from laughing so hard, making everyone around her stare at her in concern.

“Well, he stated, and I repeat, ‘pregnant pussy is pussy’. And that was as he and his friend took a step towards me and Diesel. We advised them several times to step back and even had our weapons in hand, pointing at them, yet, that still didn’t stop them.”

“Self-defense then. Where were the others at?” Sgt. Brocard asked, putting the phone on speaker for the rest of the group with her to hear.

Raso could hear the sounds of shuffling in the background on the phone. “They had split up in teams of two, looking in the woods, going further than the deputies had. They were more focused on the fact that the truck might have broken down and she’s out there lost. But from what we could tell, they only went so far. We found footprints around the truck bed that didn’t match her shoe size. Opie confirmed it. We also found several prints on the truck as well as in the truck, even blood on the steering wheel and the driver’s side door…”

“Son-of-a-bitch! She’s right. We were thinking it was a break down and she was just lost somewhere and may have been picked up. You’re thinking it was deliberate?” The sheriff could be heard asking via the phone’s speaker on Sgt. Brocard’s side.

“Yes sir. We knew the tires were brand spanking new on the truck. From what we can see of the footprints around the truck, if they aren’t your deputies, the suspects may have put spikes down on the road, causing a tire to go out and forcing her to pull over at the location her truck was found, and they snatched her that way. Opie’s confirmed that all four tires were brand new. Opie had taken her truck in the day before she left to have new tires put on and her oil changed. She never advised him of any mechanical issues on her drive from California to Colorado.”

“What makes you think about the tires?” Pratt asked, confusion in her voice.

“Footprints seem to focus around one of the tires. I’m thinking that they had spikes on the road, one of the tires took a hit and she was forced to pull over. Two of the tires look the same but the other two tires looks a little different than the others which leads me to believe that they changed the bad tire out so that it looks like the car broke down instead of her being ambushed.” Raso voiced her train of thought, looking over at the truck.

“He was really looking out for my daughter, wasn’t he young lady?” A female voice asked over the phone.

“Yes ma’am. Opie has always done that for her. He wouldn’t have let her use her truck if there were any issues with that vehicle. He’s taught her what to look for, how to check her oil, change her tires and things to do if she’s ever alone and something happens with her vehicle. But if he’s around, he doesn’t let her touch anything. He does it for her.” Raso heard Pratt respond in the background.

“You tell that young man…” The female voice stopped speaking as if to get control of herself. “You tell that young man thank you. I’m sorry for the harsh words I said to him. I honestly didn’t know. Shoot, I honestly didn’t think beyond the fact that if they got together, my baby girl wouldn’t come home. He made her happy and I should have focused on that instead.”

“Ma’am…” Opie started to speak, looking at Raso who nodded at him. “Your daughter loves you very much. I would have never kept her from you. I know how important a mother is, even though mine is gone. I miss her every day. I would never keep you two apart.”

Raso leaned over and placed a smacking kiss on the side of Opie’s cheek, making him blush at the affection in front of others, then going beet red when Cortez and Diesel did the same on the other side of his cheek.

“Thank you, son. So, what happens now, Wayne? Seems like someone took my daughter.” Raso heard a male voice ask.

“Did I hear screaming in the background?” The sheriff asked in confusion.

Sgt. Brocard quickly explained to the sheriff and the rest of the group what happened, causing Pratt and Abbott to laugh and a few male groans to sound through the phone.

“Alrighty then, I’ll have an ambulance and a deputy to head to your location to escort Bo to the hospital and one to assist you with getting Rodney to the station so he can be interrogated. Remind me, sgt., not to piss you ladies off. I like my family jewels where they are.” The sheriff requested, a tinge of amusement and fear clashing in his voice.

“Then find my daughter, Wayne, and I won’t pay them to do it for me.”

“Susan!” Two male voices hollered out at as the rest of the group chuckled at Susan’s statement.

9

The team met back up at the sheriff’s department, with Carter going straight to Raso to check and see if she was ok. Pratt wasn’t far behind him to check for herself that her sister-in-law was, in fact, okay, despite having just spoken to her on the phone.

“I’m fine you guys. Dipshit never placed a hand on me. Didn’t even get a chance. I fired as he stepped towards me.”

“Better be glad a bullet to the dick is all that he got.” Pratt smirked at her sister-in-law.

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