The incident at Mc Alpine Street-a short story by Austin Mitchell

The Incident at Mc Alpine Street

                                                                                by                                                                        

                                                                         Austin Mitchell

             Kent Garwood had known Markland Richards since their high school days. They hadn’t seen each other since graduating ten years ago. Kent was therefore quite surprised to be standing at the corner of Lester Lane and Mc Alpine Street  in Central Kingston, when two cars turned onto Mc Alpine Street and the car on the outer lane squeezed the one in the inner lane to avoid hitting a truck. They went a few yards up the road before stopping. One was a Toyota Corolla and the other a Rover. Mark was driving the Toyota and the three men in the Rover got out all dressed in blue denim. Mark came out the car very slowly and his steps were faltering while the three men were steady on their feet. Even from a distance Kent could see that there was superficial damage on Mark’s car. The men were examining their car, but he could tell by the impact that it had only gotten some scratches like Mark’s car.

            “Hey, guy, you didn’t see me turning? Why you turned your car into mine?” the driver of the Rover asked Mark and chucked him and Mark chucked him back.

            The driver backed away and his had flashed to his waist, but he didn’t pull the gun, Kent knew he had there, hidden by his t-shirt. Although Kent didn’t know these men, he had been one of them up to two years ago. He rushed over when he saw what was happening. Several passersby had also stopped to see what was going on.

            “Hey, Pablo, let the boy fix your car, let him show you his papers,” one of the other men said. This man was a huge giant of a man.

            A taximan intervened and said,“I saw the whole thing and it was the driver of the Rover who turned his car into the other car.”

            Instantly the third man who hadn’t yet spoken pulled his gun and grabbed the taxi driver.

            “Hey, guy, you know who we are? Hey Pablo, take the guy’s keys from him and drive the car to base. We’ll deal with him when he comes for it.”

            Pablo who had also pulled his gun pushed the muzzle into Mark’s belly and grabbed his keys.

            “Mark, are you gong to let these guys drive away your car like that?”

            The third man whom Kent was subsequently to learn was called Norris Reid and the taxi diver were still wrestling and he was using his gun to hit the man in his face and on his arms.

            Pablo jumped into Mark’s car and spun it around and roared out of the avenue with Norris Reid following him in the Rover. The giant policeman was in the car with Norris Reid.

            Kent ran to his car with Mark after him. They hadn’t had time to get

re-acquainted. The taxi-driver was also following them. They followed them out to Spanish Town Road. It was then that they realized that they were taking the car to the country. Kent  stopped at Ferry and Mark made a report there. Kent borrowed a telephone and called his former supervisor and was able to get the car intercepted in Old Harbour, several miles out of Kingston.

            Kent saw Mark a month after that and he told him that the police were still investigating the case as the men claimed that they thought that the car had been stolen.  He also saw the taxi driver soon thereafter and he told him that he had sued Norris Reid. The End.
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