I had slept on the bus stop bench, with the reports hidden under my shirt. It was now Tuesday morning and I knew I had to report back to the guys and Leah.
I grabbed my phone and dialed Keagan first.
“Dani? Where the hell are you?” Keagan shouted through the other end.
“Can you lower your voice a bit? I’m fine. Bit far from where Fred’s house is. Keenly road. I got the files. Listen, I want you to research James Green okay? I have to go now; I can spot a few cars heading over. I’ll be safe, Keagan. Don’t worry.” I whispered through the phone, ending the call before he could answer.
I shoved my phone back into my pocket and started running. I knew it was the police. It was obvious from the blaring siren. If only they knew what Fred had done, he’d be the one getting chased, not me.
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.
But I knew my lungs would get the best of me.
I turned around, positioned in the middle of the street, staring at the police cars. They wouldn’t kill me. Not yet.
“Daniela Harrison, put your hands up.” A police officer shouted through a megaphone.
My breath hitched in my throat and I slowly put both arms up, “I haven’t done anything wrong.” I said, loudly.
The police officer came forward and grabbed my arms, clenching them behind my back, “As far as I’m concerned, theft is very much wrong.” He said from behind me and I could tell he was grinning.
I took that as my cue to do something, “I never liked police officers. They always had bad breath.” I whispered into his ear, kicking him where the sun doesn’t shine and then elbowing him in the ribs.
I quickly grabbed his pistol and aimed it at his head, signaling for the other policemen to stop in their tracks.
“You take one more step and I will blow his brains.” I threatened, grabbing the officer from the floor and positioning him in front of me.
The officers immediately took a step back.
“Nobody has to get hurt.” The lieutenant told me.
“That’s what you said last time before you shot me in the fucking arm. But, here’s the thing, Harold, I’ve grown a lot since last time. And you know what I’ve learned? Somebody has to get hurt.” I stated before pulling the trigger and stopping the officer’s heartbeat
I watched as the officer fell to the ground and for a moment, I felt guilty. But then I remembered my dad, and the guilt was replaced with anger.
The policemen’s faces immediately fell and in a second, countless guns were aimed at me. But, of course, I’m always one step ahead in the game because in that second, a familiar black mustang rolled up right next to me.
I quickly got in the passenger seat and Keagan drove away, ignoring the bullets making contact with his car.
“You killed him.” Keagan mumbled, pointing out the obvious.
“I had to.” I whispered back, looking out the window.
We were still in his car and as far as I know, he was dropping me home.
“No you didn’t fucking have to, Dani! You just made yourself a direct target for the whole police station. You’re supposed to get your dad back, not shoot people in the head.” He shouted, trying to keep his eyes on the road.
“Stop the car, Keagan.”
“What?”
“I said stop the car!”
