Captured: Luke's Perspective (Book Three)

Chapter 17: Bombs Away!

This wasn't like how I imagined: a friendly cop threatening to shoot me in the hospital. 

"Move," he growled.

 I carefully nodded then turned around. He lowered the gun to my side, pressed the nozzle against my arm.

The cop then linked his arm around mine so that I couldn't move.

 "Real smart of you to get out of the elevator," he sneered. 

I didn't say anything, I only swallowed hard and follow him down the lobby.

When the receptionist saw me, she smiled and waved. 

We waved back then headed towards the cop car. 

The cop started the car then drove out of the parking lot. His gun was still pointing to my arm. 

"Did you find out who did it?" the cop asked.

"Who did what?" I asked, pretending that I was confused. 

"Don't play cute, Luke." the cop sneered.

 "Did you find out who killed Natalie?" 

"You," I answered. 

"Pardon?" he asked.

 "Sorry," I chuckled nervously. 

"It's just that you played a perfect cop. People respect you, give you coffee, meet with famous people."

"The moment that I first met you," I went on.

 "I didn't trust you, I even had to convince Cole to avoid you." 

The cop let out a low snicker. 

"And why is that?" he asked. 

"First of all," I began. "You're wearing a fake badge, and second I checked your records the night when we were rescued by the cops."

 "What did it say about me?" he asked.

"You practiced law enforcement and had a degree," I continued. 

"But my guess is that your license has been expired since 1969, so you faked them. To make sure that people wouldn't know what a selfish, corrupt cop you are. And I think Natalie noticed."

The cop's smile faded.

 "Something tells me that June has been coming to the police station to stop the idiots who put slurs on their houses. You were the one who ignored June and tell her to get lost."

The cop stopped the car abruptly then faced me. 

"How did you met Natalie?" I asked. 

"In the police station," he replied. "She was telling us how to do my job as a cop. Who does she think she is?"

"A wife," I said defensively.

 "Trying to stand up for herself and her husband."

 "She's a freak," he muttered.

 "That's what she was. Little Miss Uppity."

"I told her to get out, but she wouldn't listen. In revenge, she defaced our windows, calling us hypocrites."

 "And that was the last straw with you?" I guessed.

 The cop nodded. 

"I waited for the geezer to go upstairs and then-" 

"You stole Jerry's car and drove it to their house," I interrupted.

 "The doors and windows were locked so you find a secret entrance to the living room.