him, missing his shirt collar by just a hair. Gus jumped down from the ledge where a trucker was backing up to unload. "Stop!"
Kirk yelled. Jumping down to the pavement, he sprinted after Gus. "Stupid...stupid, never run, man. This will only make things worse for you!"
Kirk had a bit of a temper, and it was beginning to rise. He could feel his heart kick in as a surge of adrenaline started to pump through his body. He could see his new little friend
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take off around the corner, heading for the parking lot. He was right behind him, about fifty feet or so. He hit the corner and put his shoulder into the cinder block wall to stop himself. With his gun drawn, Kirk whipped around the corner. Nothing...
He could hear a car start up. A pair of headlights came on and glared into Kirk's eyes like a panther ready to strike. A green paint chipped Caddy squealed out of the parking lot just missing a light pole as he rounded the corner and threw gravel when he hit the street.
Kirk grabbed his keys as he ran. Hitting the auto locks, he jumped into his own car, fired it up, and then took off out of the parking lot. The taillights of the runaway caddie were in the distance, weaving in and out of traffic like a drunk psychopath. Grabbing his cell phone, Kirk dialed 911.
"Yes, what is your emerg...?" He cut the operator off.
"This is Detective Weston. I'm in pursuit of a green Cadillac heading west on..."
The street sign whipped past him as
the driver of an oncoming car slammed on his brakes swerving out of the way. "...Fourth Street, I am in pursuit and we just passed Beacon Ave. Send some backup--Suspect is Hispanic, hundred and eighty pounds, wearing a dark jacket and gray pants." Kirk dropped the phone on the seat and grabbed the wheel with both hands. His arms bulged as he cranked with all his might, making a hard left and sending the phone over into the passenger side floorboard.
He caught up to the old beat-up caddy and remembered how glad he was that he was in a Crown Vic. Cars were flying by the windows like blurs of light. He could hear metal scrap-ing and the glass breaking behind him. Then it hit him. They were on the wrong side of the street!
"You messed with the wrong cop!" Gritting his teeth and swerving into the right lane, he pushed the gas pedal to the floor and the car surged forward. He could see the road up ahead was going to make a sharp right-hand curve and he knew this was his chance to gain the advantage. The two cars screamed down the industrial road, roaring like two lions in a fight to the death. Gus was ahead by just a nose, and Kirk had the front of his car directly next to the rear bumper of the Cadillac. As they started into the curve, Kirk jammed his foot to the floor, hoping to drop a gear and complete the maneuver. It was risky but Kirk had done it a few times in years past, so he was running on nerves at this point. The goal was to hit the rear of the suspect's car knocking his backend loose and causing him to spin out. Kirk waited for the gear to drop and then-- it did, sending him smashing into the corner of his target like a bull who ran past the red cape and right into the matador. Then Kirk spun the steering wheel hard to the left propelling Gus into a spin.
The big green Caddy spun around as Kirk tried to keep his own car in control, dodging oncoming cars and trying not to lose Gus again. The world spun in slow motion like a special effect in a high budget movie and Kirk remembered thinking how he felt like some sort of super cop, in complete control of the spin and the impending outcome. However, that was just wishful thinking and he knew it, the two cars were now locked together in a dance that was not heading in the right direction. Gus stared wide eyed at Kirk for a brief second as a white mini van slid through the intersection and t-boned Gus breaking
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them loose from each other and then the old caddy turned and proceeded to flip over in a shower of
Kirk yelled. Jumping down to the pavement, he sprinted after Gus. "Stupid...stupid, never run, man. This will only make things worse for you!"
Kirk had a bit of a temper, and it was beginning to rise. He could feel his heart kick in as a surge of adrenaline started to pump through his body. He could see his new little friend
SWEET
DREAMS
55
take off around the corner, heading for the parking lot. He was right behind him, about fifty feet or so. He hit the corner and put his shoulder into the cinder block wall to stop himself. With his gun drawn, Kirk whipped around the corner. Nothing...
He could hear a car start up. A pair of headlights came on and glared into Kirk's eyes like a panther ready to strike. A green paint chipped Caddy squealed out of the parking lot just missing a light pole as he rounded the corner and threw gravel when he hit the street.
Kirk grabbed his keys as he ran. Hitting the auto locks, he jumped into his own car, fired it up, and then took off out of the parking lot. The taillights of the runaway caddie were in the distance, weaving in and out of traffic like a drunk psychopath. Grabbing his cell phone, Kirk dialed 911.
"Yes, what is your emerg...?" He cut the operator off.
"This is Detective Weston. I'm in pursuit of a green Cadillac heading west on..."
The street sign whipped past him as
the driver of an oncoming car slammed on his brakes swerving out of the way. "...Fourth Street, I am in pursuit and we just passed Beacon Ave. Send some backup--Suspect is Hispanic, hundred and eighty pounds, wearing a dark jacket and gray pants." Kirk dropped the phone on the seat and grabbed the wheel with both hands. His arms bulged as he cranked with all his might, making a hard left and sending the phone over into the passenger side floorboard.
He caught up to the old beat-up caddy and remembered how glad he was that he was in a Crown Vic. Cars were flying by the windows like blurs of light. He could hear metal scrap-ing and the glass breaking behind him. Then it hit him. They were on the wrong side of the street!
"You messed with the wrong cop!" Gritting his teeth and swerving into the right lane, he pushed the gas pedal to the floor and the car surged forward. He could see the road up ahead was going to make a sharp right-hand curve and he knew this was his chance to gain the advantage. The two cars screamed down the industrial road, roaring like two lions in a fight to the death. Gus was ahead by just a nose, and Kirk had the front of his car directly next to the rear bumper of the Cadillac. As they started into the curve, Kirk jammed his foot to the floor, hoping to drop a gear and complete the maneuver. It was risky but Kirk had done it a few times in years past, so he was running on nerves at this point. The goal was to hit the rear of the suspect's car knocking his backend loose and causing him to spin out. Kirk waited for the gear to drop and then-- it did, sending him smashing into the corner of his target like a bull who ran past the red cape and right into the matador. Then Kirk spun the steering wheel hard to the left propelling Gus into a spin.
The big green Caddy spun around as Kirk tried to keep his own car in control, dodging oncoming cars and trying not to lose Gus again. The world spun in slow motion like a special effect in a high budget movie and Kirk remembered thinking how he felt like some sort of super cop, in complete control of the spin and the impending outcome. However, that was just wishful thinking and he knew it, the two cars were now locked together in a dance that was not heading in the right direction. Gus stared wide eyed at Kirk for a brief second as a white mini van slid through the intersection and t-boned Gus breaking
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them loose from each other and then the old caddy turned and proceeded to flip over in a shower of
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