Gail's Point Of View;

Presley began to tell them both what he thought was happening and as he got to the part about the salesman I happened to glance across the street seeing him. He was now following another young girl who looked about my age. She was lightly tanned and had short pixie-cut brown hair. The other thing we also had in common was she didn't want to sample his perfume. She walked briskly as she just lightly smiled, shaking her head to decline.

That was when I noticed that a black minivan was driving up very discreetly behind the girl until it came beside them both. The most I got to see was he sprayed the perfume on her but she moved just in time for it to miss her. Then the van blocked the struggle between them as she was fighting back.

"Guys! Look, Presley, you were right. what should we do?" I shouted instinctively causing them to stop talking and paying attention to me.

"Well now that we know for sure, call the police Gail, and stay with Amelia. Homer, grab that newsstand by the entrance of the bookstore and follow me," Presley said as he ran off ahead.

The portable newsstand was behind me so it was easy for Homer to take. I dialed the emergency as I moved out of the way. I was already so flustered that when I got in touch with the police dispatcher I was only able to answer the basic questions like my name. Amelia had to help me by giving them directions to which street the crime was taking place. I guess since this is her second year she's more familiar with street names than me. She also seemed much more composed than I was. Then I looked over to what Presley and Homer were doing.

I was confused when I saw that the portable newsstand was placed across the street on the public pavement near the van. What was he planning to do with it? When the van suddenly decided to speed off, Presley and Homer pushed it from the pavement into the roadway. As it tried to swerve to avoid the collision it had to stop.

Then I understood what they were doing. It was to cause a commotion for others to take notice. Since the van swerved, other vehicles coming in the other direction had to stop also. That also caused other persons across the street to take notice as car horns started to blow. Since I didn't see the girl on the pavement anymore I had to assume that the vehicle had gotten the girl in it already. As the van tried to straighten out to let the traffic flow back to normal I knew that I had to help stall for time right now so the police would make it.

Amelia had finished talking to the police on my phone and tried to give me it back but I had another priority. I ran back into the mall-like bookstore which I believe to have owned the newsstand to get their attention to what was happening. Octo followed me and ran into the store barking loudly which even caused some customers to run out. They would likely think the dog was mine and focus on me, then Octo calmed down and ran back outside passing me.

"Your newsstand is in the street blocking traffic!" I shouted as I pointed outside. The car horns were still very much loud gaining a lot of attention. I went outside followed by two of the workers who wanted to see what was going on.

Amelia then came with her dog on the leash who started barking when he saw me. "Gail, I was trying to tell you the police are on their way," she said.

"Yeah I know, but I needed to do something first to help out the boys' plan," I answered as I watched one of the workers from the store run into traffic to get to the newsstand.

Then one of the drivers aggressively punched his horn as he put his head out of his car window and shouted at the worker. "You dumb jerks should learn to keep your stupid books off the street. It's bad enough I have to deal with it on the walkway."

"Well the way you're talking, you probably don't even know how to read one!" One worker replied.

That statement just offended the man in the car even more and that caused more cars to come to a halt as they continued throwing insults at one another. Road Rage is just as bad as regular rage. The other worker was trying to defuse the situation between them by trying to move both the stand and her co-worker out of the way. The criminals now saw that if they were going to make a clean getaway they had to leave right as the traffic started flowing again.

They tried reversing back to turn and change direction since the newsstand was slowly moving out of the way by the arguing worker from the bookstore. Then Octo started howling which was followed by the sound of sirens. We just need to keep them here a little while longer. So without giving it a second thought, I grabbed the newsstand from the worker who had just made it on the pavement with both the stand and her coworker and pushed it in the van's way again.

It crashed into it this time destroying the stand and I heard the worker who was arguing say to the other with irritation in his tone, "I don't understand why management keeps making us put these stands out here when people clearly hate them."