The cop spoke again, this time impatiently. “Can you step away from the car please sir.”
This was bad. It could all be over. She was bluffing him but he couldn’t call it. He couldn’t strangle a woman in front of a police officer and hope to get out of there. They all carried guns in this fat fucking country.
“Let me go,” hissed Molly.
“STEP AWAY FROM THE CAR!”
He didn’t have any option. He released her and stepped away.
The spotlight was blinding. He didn’t look into it but the reflected light was enough to make the closest object glare and everything beyond the circle of light become nothing but blackness. His eyes were locked with Molly’s. She glanced at the cop.
“If you scream then I will have to kill him to escape,” whispered Sam.
Molly looked terrified but she managed to speak. “Just walk away.”
Sam nodded then started backing up toward the police car. He heard the door open. The cop said, “Turn around please sir, slowly.” He was starting to get out of the car. He was right behind Sam, almost within touching distance. Sam wasn’t going to be able to talk his way out of this. There was no reason for Molly to back up his lies; no reason at all.
Sam turned round, smiling, holding out his hand as though to shake, then rammed up against the door of the car, smashing the rim of it into the cop’s face. Molly called out a warning too late. Sam pulled the door back then mashed it into his face again.
There wasn’t another officer in the car, thank God. Molly screamed. The cop slumped down between the half open door and the cavity of the driver’s seat. He wasn’t unconscious but he was stunned.
Sam looked back at Molly. She had crawled to the other side of the car into the passenger seat, her face drilled with alarm. She started to scream. “Help! Help me!”
This had become untenable. His options had dropped to one. He turned his back on her car and started to run; out of the circle of spotlight and across the street toward the intersection and the motel car park beyond.
Molly was still screaming. The district was seedy enough to prevent that much help coming at a trot but Sam sprinted. He hit the pavement at the side of the motel and ran round into the car park. Then he got in his car and drove away as fast as he could.
This was bad. It could all be over. She was bluffing him but he couldn’t call it. He couldn’t strangle a woman in front of a police officer and hope to get out of there. They all carried guns in this fat fucking country.
“Let me go,” hissed Molly.
“STEP AWAY FROM THE CAR!”
He didn’t have any option. He released her and stepped away.
The spotlight was blinding. He didn’t look into it but the reflected light was enough to make the closest object glare and everything beyond the circle of light become nothing but blackness. His eyes were locked with Molly’s. She glanced at the cop.
“If you scream then I will have to kill him to escape,” whispered Sam.
Molly looked terrified but she managed to speak. “Just walk away.”
Sam nodded then started backing up toward the police car. He heard the door open. The cop said, “Turn around please sir, slowly.” He was starting to get out of the car. He was right behind Sam, almost within touching distance. Sam wasn’t going to be able to talk his way out of this. There was no reason for Molly to back up his lies; no reason at all.
Sam turned round, smiling, holding out his hand as though to shake, then rammed up against the door of the car, smashing the rim of it into the cop’s face. Molly called out a warning too late. Sam pulled the door back then mashed it into his face again.
There wasn’t another officer in the car, thank God. Molly screamed. The cop slumped down between the half open door and the cavity of the driver’s seat. He wasn’t unconscious but he was stunned.
Sam looked back at Molly. She had crawled to the other side of the car into the passenger seat, her face drilled with alarm. She started to scream. “Help! Help me!”
This had become untenable. His options had dropped to one. He turned his back on her car and started to run; out of the circle of spotlight and across the street toward the intersection and the motel car park beyond.
Molly was still screaming. The district was seedy enough to prevent that much help coming at a trot but Sam sprinted. He hit the pavement at the side of the motel and ran round into the car park. Then he got in his car and drove away as fast as he could.
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