Dobbs (standard:fantasy, 2692 words)
Author: Alpha43	Added: Apr 16 2005	Views/Reads: 3446/2282	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This story tells about a very young child who is rescued from a burning taxicab after it was involved in a wreck. A local policeman and the Social Services people help find the girls’ guardian and then learn of another very special friend.

Dobbs 

“I’m sorry madam, like I told you, we can’t even take a report on a
missing person unless they have been gone for twenty-four hours. I’m 
sure your husband will be home soon. If you care to call the hospitals, 
we have a phone list we can give you, but you should go home and 
practice the speech that will keep him on the straight and narrow. 
That’s it, put a smile on your face and think the good thoughts. If he 
hasn’t shown up or called by tomorrow, stop back and I will make a 
report. Take care now! 

“OK, who’s next?” Hollered the Desk Sergeant. 

“Excuse me Sergeant, the guy in the blue suit is here to see his client,
Roger Hines. Is he still in booking or has he gone to lockup? “ 

“Too late, he’s in the wagon heading to County Central, he’ll have to
contact Captain Weber; Who’s next.” 

“Now, what do we have here; let me see that citation. 

“All right, here’s what you have to do. This is a misdemeanor charge
against a minor, so in the morning you will have to go up stairs to 
Probate. See the nice lady at the end of the hall and she can tell you 
if you can pay the fine now or if the young man will have to appear, 
OK? Oh yeah, speak up when you talk to Ms. Jackson, she’s a little hard 
of hearing. 

“Next! What’s this little girl? Officer, yeah you, you with that little
girl?” 

“I brought her in Sarg. I was told to have somebody get in touch with
Youth Services.” Reported the young beat cop. 

“What have you got?” Quizzed the Sergeant. 

“She’s the kid that was pulled out of that wrecked and burning taxi on
Holmes Road. No name, apparently nobody with her, we don’t know where 
she was going or who she is. The ambulance crew says she doesn’t have a 
scratch.” 

“Yellow Cab dispatch will have a pick-up address, what did the driver
say?” 

“No help there, that was a fatal on the cabby. Dispatch said the driver
called in a flag down, Michigan Ave. and Huron, the driver radioed he 
was heading out to the village.” 

“Take the desk for a while; let me talk to her. Call “Youth” and see if
Kennedy is in, she has a way with the little kids. Keep your eye on the 
guy in the coveralls; he looks like he could bolt in a heartbeat. 

“Good evening little lady, can I get you to come back here? How about
you and I splitting a Coke? That’s a good girl.” The Sergeant said as 
he held open the door to the dispatch office. 

“Let’s sit you down right here, away from that racket out there and I
will go get that Coke. Would you like a straw or a paper cup? I’ll 
bring both.” 

Desk Sergeant Witherspoon poured about an inch of Coke into the cup and
carefully handed it to the poorly dressed little girl. She had long 
blonde hair, dark green eyes, and a cupid nose. She wore a sweater that 
was too big for her and a faded dress, but she appeared to be a healthy 
little girl. Her hands and one cheek were a little sooty, but that’s 
not too bad for surviving a flaming automobile crash, and being alone 
in the Washtenaw County Sheriff Sub-station at Willow Run. 

“Now, we want to get you out of here and back with your family, but we
don’t have a clue who you are or where you were going when that taxi 
had the wreck. Can you tell me your name?” 

“Mary Beth.” Said the wide-eyed little girl. 

“Well Mary Beth, we are making progress already, isn’t that great? Can


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