Dubious Arrangement: Day 12

Word Count: 72,011

Summary of Events:
Greyson ended up having a woman with dementia come to his door after having escaped from her care facility and crashed the car she'd stolen to do so; Greyson got her on her way to going back where she belonged when the female gangster drove by. A few days later, with a new SUV, she came to see Greyson and he worked to regain her trust — along with giving her the nickname of Piper.

Excerpt of the Day:
"Greyson leaned casually against the cruiser as the officer skimmed over the statement and then put it away in the cruiser.
"So, somebody noticed Mrs. Jahn was missing, right?" Greyson asked.
"Yes," the officer replied. "She was a nursing home resident due to her dementia, and she walked out just after breakfast, climbed into the still-running car of someone who was just running something in, and drove off."
"So she was driving a stolen vehicle without a license," Greyson said.
The officer nodded.
"I'm amazed that she survived," Greyson said. "Much less that she got all the way out here. And I'm thoroughly confused as to why she walked past three driveways before walking down the range road all the way to the trailer I'm renting. I would've thought she'd have gone down one of the driveways first."
The officer shook his head, then something sounded over his radio and he got otherwise occupied. Greyson surveyed the scene and then spied something bright yellow — not the florescent green-yellow of the emergency vehicles, but lemon yellow.
Her Lexus. She'd gotten it towed for repairs, and now — completely repaired — it was driving down the highway heading north toward the range road. Greyson hoped she didn't see him, he didn't want to suddenly bolt.
The Lexus disappeared behind the line of emergency vehicles and didn't emerge for a long time; when it came out the window was down and gunfire rang out. Greyson took off for the trees, but stumbled when searing pain ripped through his thigh.
There was outcry and more gunfire, along with the sound of a vehicle rapidly accelerating before more vehicles and crying sirens sounded. Greyson stayed on his knees, clutching the squirming, terrified kitten against his chest.
Greyson reached down with his free hand and felt his thigh; it felt like another grazing, for which he was grateful, he was already being slowed down in his workouts by the cut from her on his calf. He shook his head as to why she'd done that. He'd have to ask her if she wasn't caught by the cops first.
"Are you alright sir?" a woman asked as a latex-gloved hand settled onto the back of his neck.
"I think I got grazed on the thigh," Greyson replied.
The paramedic helped him to his feet and walked him over to the ambulance. The police cruiser he'd been standing by was splattered with blood and the officer was gone; as they passed the cruiser, Greyson saw that its windshield was obliterated and there were other bullet wounds to its front.
Greyson's leg was bandaged and he was then assisted into the passenger seat of the ambulance, which peeled off almost immediately. Greyson had a feeling the officer was in critical condition."