The Officer was just going through the motions, he already thought the kid was either high, or nuts, or both.
“Okay, slow down. First, let me ask you if you had anything to drink, or are you on medicines…legal or otherwise?”
(The Officer offered a weak smile to show he harbored no judgement, but needed to know.)
“Look Officer, can’t you please just come look at the puddle? I am not drunk, high, or tripping. I don’t have any mental illness. I came to you as soon as the puddle ate my girlfriend, her dog, and the guy who ran over to save her.”
With that the young man started to cry.
“I should have tried to save her. I couldn’t move my feet. She just got swallowed up by the puddle. Tiger (her dog) jumped in after her…I could see both of them floating away inside the puddle. She waved at me…and then that guy ran over, he tried to stop when he saw them inside the puddle…but he couldn’t stop. I watched as he fell in too.
He was brave…I was scared.”
The Officer came around the desk to pat the young man on the back, handing him a handkerchief and some consolation.
“We all panic young man. I still do…and I am trained for most situations. Let’s go see this puddle of yours.”
The Officer sounded like he believed the young man. He did not. He was so sure that the kid was pulling a prank that he didn’t even ask his partner to ride along.
“Gerry, take over the desk for me will you? I am going to go check out this kids story.”
“Got it, Jack. Good luck.”
It was the last time Gerry ever saw Jack... or the kid.