Officer Lou Simmons started his morning like he did every morning. He threw up. He threw up every morning because of the nightmares he had since the
accident. It happened over almost three months ago right on the day when his transfer to Florida became a reality. He was a nineteen years veteran in
the NYPD and asked for his transfer to Florida four months ago, based on family issues. That of course was a lie. Simply, he had enough of the big
city with its dirty laundry, massive crime rate and the corruption surrounded him every day. He prided himself to stay clean over all those long
years, even though it wasn’t easy. After nineteen years however he couldn’t take any more of it. He needed to move to a smaller, safer and most
importantly, warmer place. When he heard there is an empty position in the St. Augustine police department, he filed his transfer request immediately.
They accepted it, and after a month of waiting for the necessary paperwork he was free to move and be a member of the Saint Augustine Beach Police
In his nightmares he went through the accident over and over again, with the same result. He always woke up in a pool of sweat, scared and feeling
Ironically, the day of the accident started as one of the best days in his life. It was moving day. He packed all his stuff already, nice and tidy and
loaded his rental U-Haul truck. Everything was ready to go by the morning. He looked at his house one last time and said a quite goodbye to the
building, his home in Ozone Park in Queens New York over a decade. He had mixed feelings, partly sad to leave it behind forever, but also happy about
what was waiting for him in the future. He loved being a cop and couldn’t wait to cruise the beaches. He started up the engine and slowly pulled
into the slow traffic, heading to Belt Parkway that led him to Verrazano Bridge and following Route 278 it took him to Route 95 within an hour.
He was looking forward to this trip even though he knew it will take over eighteen hours of driving to reach St. Augustine. He planned to stop about
halfway in North Carolina to spend the night and after that he was going straight to Florida without any further stops, apart from the occasional
bathroom breaks. The drive was uneventful and the traffic never bothered him. The only thing he noticed was a grey Toyota that seemed to head to the
same destination he was. It was sometimes ahead of him, other times behind and occasionally in the next lane going with the same speed Lou did. He
looked over several times and saw the driver of the Toyota, an old man maybe in his late seventies Hispanic looking but he couldn’t say that for
It was early afternoon on the next day when he finally crossed the Georgia border into Florida. Heading to Jacksonville on I95, he saw the same grey
Toyota again, besides him on the fast lane trying to pass him. He looked over and saw the old man on his mobile phone, which Lou being an officer made
him quite angry. His first thought was to pull him over but he quickly realized he is off duty.
From the next moment things were speeding up and what once was a perfect driving day, escalated into horror quickly. The driver of the Toyota suddenly
cut ahead of him as if he missed an exit. Lou stepped on the break and swerved to the left to avoid the collision. This might have worked with a
police cruiser, but not with a truck loaded from floor to the ceiling. He completely lost control and crushed through the barrier into incoming
traffic on the opposite lane. He saw a black car coming and he knew he will hit it frontally, nothing he could do about it. After that he didn’t
remember anything apart from a loud crash until he came to his senses again, his truck is on its side, with Lou still in the cabin, scared but unhurt.
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