Police Officer Patti Johnson is torn between duty and lost love. The fugitive hiding in the ladies room of the Pizza Hut is the only man she ever loved. Has he come back to her and will all her dreams finally come true?
A short story.
Officer Patti Johnson peeked around the corner and down the corridor. “Are you sure he went in the ladies room?”
The Pizza Hut manager, a heavy-set older man, pressed his back against the wall and whispered. “Yes. He ran past me and straight into the ladies room. What did he do?”
“Robbed the hardware store down the street. The owner saw him duck in here.”
“Is...is he dangerous?”
“The store owner said he was armed. Get everyone out of here as quickly as you can, then wait outside. I called for backup. Send them in when they get here.”
If they ever get here, she thought. She knew her fellow officers—all four of them—were busy with a big pileup out on the Interstate. She was on her own.
Patti waited until the manager cleared the place, then crept along the narrow corridor, her service revolver held tightly in both hands. She stopped beside the door marked “Ladies,” reached over with her left hand and tried the handle. Locked.
She leaned close to the door and listened. The flushing of a toilet. The shuffle of footsteps. She took a deep breath, exhaled, and rapped her knuckles against the door.
“You in the ladies room! This is Police Officer Patti Johnson. Come on out of there with your hands in the air.”
After a moment of silence, a tentative voice from the other side of the door said, “Patti? Is that you?”
“Yes, this is Officer Patti Johnson. Do I know you?”
“Sure you do, Patti. It’s me. Timmy Wilson.”
Ohmygod! Timmy? My Timmy?