Jimmy My Hero

This is chapter one of my current novel. I’d like to get some feedback on what YOU think about it, please.

The noise from the television fell silent. Sally awoke to the quietness of the darkness. The lights in the family room were out. Only the emergency lights were lit in each room for easy maneuverability. The only other moving creature in the family room was Jimmy, an American Mastiff. Jimmy weighed one hundred seventy pounds and stood three feet tall.

Jimmy was nudging Sally’s leg, warning her. He knew something was different. “What’s wrong Jimmy?” Sally whispered as she patted Jimmy’s head, and reached for her 9mm Glock which she had lodged between the cushions of the sofa.

Jimmy gave a whimper and tried to get closer in order to protect Sally. “Jimmy lay.” Jimmy positioned himself closer to the sofa, not making any noise.

Sally rose from the sofa and chambered a round, “Jimmy stay,” Sally moved away from the sofa in her stocking feet towards the hallway.

The emergency lights which plugged into the electrical wall outlets were lit providing easy passage down the long dark hallway.

A noise was heard from one of the rooms at the end of the hallway. As Sally passed by the emergency hallway lights, she unplugged the lights from the wall outlets and continued to move to the end of the hallway.

Coming to the end of the hallway, Sally peered into the bedroom which was on the left side of the hallway. Clear. A light beam flashed from the office on her right. Okay. Sally smiled pumping her head up and down.

She pulled a mirror from her pants pocket to scout the room. Aha. There he is. Sally smiled watching and waiting for the right moment so she could enter the room and catch the intruder in a compromised position.

Sally stood five feet, ten inches tall. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a short seven inch long pony tail. Her feminine body style hid her hard rock body physique.

Within thirty seconds the intruder bent over her desk to look at something of interest when she stepped through the door and pushed him onto the desk with her foot.

Ben Depew caught himself from falling face first onto the desk by dropping what he was looking at and landing with hands flat on the top of the desk.

“Stay. Don’t move,” Sally commanded. Depew obeyed.

“Now stand up slowly. Put your hands where I can see them. Spread your legs apart…slowly,” Sally pressed her Glock into Depew’s lower back.

Without hesitation, Depew did exactly as directed hoping his partner, Mike Draper, would soon enter the room and take control of the situation.

Depew was six feet tall, with a red Mohawk style haircut. His ‘low-rise’ pants hung low on his body exposing his plaid boxer shorts. He wore tattoos on his head, neck and arms. His tattoos had the appearance of being gang related.

“What are you looking for, asshole?” Sally pressed her weapon a little harder into the Depew’s back to accent her demands.

“Nutin,” muttered Depew.

“What’s that? Speak clearly,” She pressed even harder on the Depew’s back. “Nothing,” he said more clearly.

“Then what are you doing in my house if you’re looking for nothing, asshole?” Sally pushed Depew forward with her Glock until he fell across her desk, face down. “Hands behind your back, moron and don’t move,” Sally stepped back and to her right where she had some cable tie handcuffs. She applied the cuffs to Depew’s wrist and cinched them down tight against his wrist. Sally then walked over to the cabinet and pulled out her emergency lantern and placed it on her desk to light up the room.

Jimmy was lying on the floor in the family room near the sofa where he was commanded to stay. Being the obedient dog that Jimmy was, he waited for his next command when he detected a strange scent and sound from the other side of the sofa. Jimmy sniffed the air to determine if the scent was a foreign odor or a familiar one. Unable to place the scent as familiar, he crawled around the sofa to see where the strange odor and sound was coming from. At the edge of the sofa, he sampled the air one more time. Still unable to identify the scent as familiar, he began to follow the odor down the hallway towards the bedroom and office to where Sally was with the Depew.

Jimmy rounded the hallway corner towards the bedroom when he heard an unfamiliar command from the stranger standing inside of the office doorway. “Put the phone down. Now,” Draper commanded. Sally’s head snapped back and her mouth fell open at Draper’s words. She cautiously laid the phone receiver on the desk with an open connection to 911 Emergency.

“Now the gun. Put your weapon on the floor and kick it over here to me.”

Sally saw Jimmy quietly standing outside of the office behind Draper. Sally looked at Jimmy as she was placing her weapon on the floor and gave him a head command to attack by lifting her head up slightly and then down as if she were looking at Draper and then placed her weapon on the floor.

Draper stood six feet, three inches tall. He had a shaved head with a beard that looked like a six day growth. His physique indicated that he was a weight lifter from the way he wore his clothes.

Jimmy waited for his command from Sally and then he leaped forward onto the back of the Draper knocking him forward towards the desk and Depew.

Sally with a leaping karate kick knocked the gun out of the Draper’s hand as he fell forward and then she flipped around to give an elbow thrust to Depew’s face as he stood up from the desk.

Jimmy jumped onto the back of the Draper who was now face down on the floor and stood on his back to keep him pinned down as Sally stomped on the wrist joint, breaking his left wrist.

© Herb Reed 2013