When a scene is unfolding this is about as real as it gets. You might think that the police should always be on top of their game, but it isn't so. You get the feeling the presumed shooter would say anything to get the handcuffs loosened?
“Please shut it!’ Officer
Tracy glared at him in the rearview mirror shaking her head. “I’m going to read
you your rights and tape what you have to say. Okay, McShuster?”
Someone pounded on
the window. They both jumped. “Godammit. You just as well kill someone than
scare them half to death,” Tracy growled while sliding open the window. An
officer stood by the squad while glancing around the area.
“Sorry. Sorry,”
the officer said while still surveying the scene. Did he say anything about anyone helping him
here? He a lone gunman or what?” Several other officers crowded in around the
squad dressed up like soldiers, assault weapons held across their chests, the
word “Police” printed on their black outfits.
“If I say something,
can you loosen these?” McShuster leaned forward, exposing his cuffed hands.
“You good with
that, Jill?” The officer asked.
She got out of the
squad and started working a little key in the hole on the cuff. The handcuffs
had worked a deep imprint into his wrist, she noticed, suppressing a grin. Yes
sir … the little bastard got what he had coming.
“Yes, I’m here doing what I had to do. I’m what you’d call a lone gunman. Wait a minute, I don’t have a gun. I’m just here, I mean alone. How bad hurt is he?” McShuster nodded toward Noah. Everyone ignored him.
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