around, trying to see if Dix’s car was still there. It was painful but he turned his body around and saw their car about a hundred feet to the right, the front bumper smashed into another car. Dix was standing outside of his car now with another guy. That guy looks familiar. Where do I know him from? Yeah, I know him. Henry something. Susie’s husband.
Sirens wailed in the distance.
Robert said, “Son of a bitch,” and then raised his gun.
* * *
Both Henry and Dix cursed as they got out of the car. Henry was about to tell Dix about what he saw in the motel bathroom when they crashed. He wouldn’t believe me anyway. I just imagined it, that’s it. I’m just going fucking crazy.
They looked over at the Haberdasher’s car which was smashed up pretty good. Then the passenger door opened and Robert Hapertas fell out with a gun in his hand.
Dix said, “You believe that shit?”
Then they heard the sirens. They were fucked.
“We gotta get the fuck out,” Henry said.
“I leave my car here, they’ll get me eventually. What’s the fucking point?”
A cop car pulled up followed by an ambulance. Two officers got out and walked over to the Haberdasher’s car.
Someone said, “He’s got a gun!”
The police officer closest to the Haberdasher went for his weapon but was struck by a bullet to the kneecap which sent him down immediately. A bullet ripped through the second officer’s shoulder while another went through his eye.
On the ground next to his car, Robert aimed again and shot an EMT in the stomach. The driver of the ambulance came out and a bullet hit her in the neck, sending a fountain of blood backwards towards a petrified bystander.
Henry and Dix were both on the ground and quickly crawling away from the scene, hoping to make it down the side street and over the hill towards the woods. Henry felt like he was in one of those old war movies, crawling in the jungles of the Pacific islands, dodging the bullets of the Japanese. He listened for another gunshot and then turned around when he heard Dix.
“Henry, let’s get up and run.”
“You crazy? You see the aim that guy had?”
“No way could he hit us from that far away. Let’s go.”
The Haberdasher was aiming again. He had already hit two cops, two EMTs , and the driver of the pick-up. Now he was aiming at Dix’s foot. He could see him crawling along with his friend and thought he’d be able to hit his ankle at least making it hard for him to run away.
He aimed and then smiled because Dix stood up and started running.
Perfect timing.
The Haberdasher fired and Dix went down with a bullet in his back. Henry turned around and then dropped to the ground.
Then the sound of more sirens tore at Robert’s ears.
* * *
Officer Freddy Fernandez jumped out of his squad car.
“Drop your weapon!” He had his gun aimed on Robert Hapertas . Freddy watched as the guy did as he was told and then walked over and kicked the thing away. What a beauty of a weapon the guy had. Had to be, what, at least thirty years old. Shit, they don’t make guns like that anymore.
Freddy cuffed him making sure to pull on the guy’s arms hard because he knew one of them was broken.
The guy said, “Son of a bitch.”
Once seated in the back of Freddy’s patrol car, the guy started babbling. Something about a woman with no feet and a naked woman. Freddy heard this kind of shit before. Sick of these crazy fucking assholes with guns.
Another ambulance arrived a minute later and an EMT took her time getting to Robert who was trembling in the backseat. He looked over at the EMT: a woman, probably in her mid-thirties, cute and wearing well-worn sneakers.
Wonder what those smell like.
Chapter Twelve
Henry looked over at Dix who was lying on his stomach
Sirens wailed in the distance.
Robert said, “Son of a bitch,” and then raised his gun.
* * *
Both Henry and Dix cursed as they got out of the car. Henry was about to tell Dix about what he saw in the motel bathroom when they crashed. He wouldn’t believe me anyway. I just imagined it, that’s it. I’m just going fucking crazy.
They looked over at the Haberdasher’s car which was smashed up pretty good. Then the passenger door opened and Robert Hapertas fell out with a gun in his hand.
Dix said, “You believe that shit?”
Then they heard the sirens. They were fucked.
“We gotta get the fuck out,” Henry said.
“I leave my car here, they’ll get me eventually. What’s the fucking point?”
A cop car pulled up followed by an ambulance. Two officers got out and walked over to the Haberdasher’s car.
Someone said, “He’s got a gun!”
The police officer closest to the Haberdasher went for his weapon but was struck by a bullet to the kneecap which sent him down immediately. A bullet ripped through the second officer’s shoulder while another went through his eye.
On the ground next to his car, Robert aimed again and shot an EMT in the stomach. The driver of the ambulance came out and a bullet hit her in the neck, sending a fountain of blood backwards towards a petrified bystander.
Henry and Dix were both on the ground and quickly crawling away from the scene, hoping to make it down the side street and over the hill towards the woods. Henry felt like he was in one of those old war movies, crawling in the jungles of the Pacific islands, dodging the bullets of the Japanese. He listened for another gunshot and then turned around when he heard Dix.
“Henry, let’s get up and run.”
“You crazy? You see the aim that guy had?”
“No way could he hit us from that far away. Let’s go.”
The Haberdasher was aiming again. He had already hit two cops, two EMTs , and the driver of the pick-up. Now he was aiming at Dix’s foot. He could see him crawling along with his friend and thought he’d be able to hit his ankle at least making it hard for him to run away.
He aimed and then smiled because Dix stood up and started running.
Perfect timing.
The Haberdasher fired and Dix went down with a bullet in his back. Henry turned around and then dropped to the ground.
Then the sound of more sirens tore at Robert’s ears.
* * *
Officer Freddy Fernandez jumped out of his squad car.
“Drop your weapon!” He had his gun aimed on Robert Hapertas . Freddy watched as the guy did as he was told and then walked over and kicked the thing away. What a beauty of a weapon the guy had. Had to be, what, at least thirty years old. Shit, they don’t make guns like that anymore.
Freddy cuffed him making sure to pull on the guy’s arms hard because he knew one of them was broken.
The guy said, “Son of a bitch.”
Once seated in the back of Freddy’s patrol car, the guy started babbling. Something about a woman with no feet and a naked woman. Freddy heard this kind of shit before. Sick of these crazy fucking assholes with guns.
Another ambulance arrived a minute later and an EMT took her time getting to Robert who was trembling in the backseat. He looked over at the EMT: a woman, probably in her mid-thirties, cute and wearing well-worn sneakers.
Wonder what those smell like.
Chapter Twelve
Henry looked over at Dix who was lying on his stomach
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