VERMONT, 1992
"Lo que acabas de oír fue El Baile del Perrito de Wilfrido Vargas, una canción muy bonita. ¡Y ahora, por el nuevo éxito de Ramon Orlando, El Venao!" Said the presenter over the radio of Officer Ramon's police car. Then, a black Honda Civic came into view.
"Black Honda Civic, 1989- wait, no 1988... Yes! It matches the description." Officer Hasley exclaimed over the radio. Hasley pulled over as the other cars did the same. Ramon exited the car, his gun at the ready.
"Put your hands up where we can see them!" Ramon shouted at the car. The man obeyed. "With your left hand, open the door and get out of the car." Ramon continued. The mystery man got out of the car and instantly opened fire! A bullet nailed Officer Branson in the heart, and he fell to the ground in a growing pool of his own blood. Ramon and Hasley hit the cold, cement road and took cover fire as gunfire rang out in the vicinity. "NO!" screamed Ramon as he saw his dead friend.
"You can run, but you can't hide!" shouted the man. He laughed wildly and disappeared into the dark woods. "Shit. Now what? We got a man down and a fuckin serial killer on the loose! How do we know when we get to the car he's not gonna shoot us?" Ramon hesitated, then said, "We don't..."
"That's very comforting. Listen, let's make a plan." suggested Hasley.
"Okay, so how about I go back to the car, while you stay here, because if he shoots me, you can shoot him from behind at our hiding spot." said Ramon. Hasley hesitated, then said,"O-ok, fine. Good luck..."
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The Suspect
Mystery / ThrillerThree police officers go driving at midnight in search of a killer suspect. They didn't expect much would happen, but they they were so wrong. What happened next was worse than anyone thought..
