Chapter 8


The spunk in Benson’s stride as he exited the ER reassured the short cop that his patient was alive. That, and the smiles on the faces of the paramedics and clerics following him. Something the captain will like, he thought, moving to intercept Benson.

Before his brain even translated thoughts into words, Luther appeared from behind him. The short cop noticed Luther’s clerical collar was absent about the same time he plunged a hypodermic needle into the side of Benson’s neck and elbowed the blonde cleric in the nose. The rest of it played out so fast the short cop didn’t have enough time to decide what course of action to take. Benson went down to his knees. The blonde cleric stumbled back with his nose in his hands. The others went for Luther simultaneously, but he dispatched each of them in a matter of seconds. Luther snatched a gun from one of the paramedics, grabbed the back of Benson’s collar, and pointed the gun at the short cop before he even touched his weapon. The short cop froze, wondering where his comrade was, then slowly raised his arms over his head.

The captain’s not going to like this, he thought as he watched Luther leave with Benson.

The End

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