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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