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the main corridor. Sections of the walls on each side were in flames.
The rumbling grew louder, like the whole world was falling in on itself.
Ivan turned to the man and his son and put a finger to his mouth, signaling them to be quiet. Then he leaned forward along with Jack as Leon cracked the window a couple of inches. Wind and rain blew into the van.
“Can I help you, officer?” Leon said.
The deputy grinned and said, “Yeah, you can let them out of the van for me, okay? My friend Andy and his son. They’re coming with me.”
“Well, I don’t think they want to get out of the van,” Leon said.
The deputy reached for the door handle to open it, but Leon quickly hit the lock. The grin did not go away as the deputy said, “You can be arrested for that, you know.”
Lights grew brighter on both sides of the van as more cars drove into the parking lot. One of them pulled up behind the deputy. It was another sheriff’s department patrol car. The passenger door opened and a deputy got out. He had a mustache and a puffy face.
“Hey, Ram, what’s going on?” he said.
“This man is holding a friend of mine and his son in his van,” Ram said.
The mustached deputy looked at Leon. “You want to explain?”
Leon said, “The man in the backseat says this deputy has kidnapped him and his son and he’s going to kill them. He also says this deputy has killed a lot of people tonight. Says he’s unbalanced. He’s asked us for help.”
Ram’s smile disappeared and was replaced by a look of outrage.
The mustache turned to him and said, “What’s going on here, Ram?”
Ram ignored him and continued to glare at Leon.
The mustache said, “Ram, what’s the—”
Ram suddenly bared his teeth as he lifted his gun to the window and pointed it at Leon, saying, “Let them out of the fucking van, asshole.”
“Hey, hey, Ram!” the mustache said, putting a hand on Ram’s gun arm and pushing it down. “What the hell’s the matter with you? Come here, come on, step over here with me.”
The mustache led Ram over to the car he’d gotten out of and began talking to him, standing close.
“Jesus Christ,” Leon said with a sigh. “I may have wet myself.”
“I’m telling you, he’s insane,” Andy said.
“What should I do when they come back, Jack?” Leon said.
“Just do what you’re doing. Answer the questions.”
“You don’t understand,” Andy said tremulously. “He’s dangerous. He’s got a gun, he’ll shoot you. Without batting an eye, he’ll shoot you.”
“We’re wasting time,” Jack said. “We should have a camera set up so we can catch this.”
“Maybe you should just go about your business,” Ivan said.
“You think?” Jack said.
“Yeah, just get out and do the stuff you’d normally do. Set up for your piece. And I should be getting this,” he said, taking his cell phone from his pocket as he watched the flames still burning in the two third-floor windows.
There was a gunshot and Ivan leaned forward to look out Jack’s window again, absently fumbling with his phone.
The mustache lay on the ground and Ram was heading toward them again, gun in hand, chin jutting, eyes narrowed.
“Holy shit, he shot the other cop!” Leon said.
“I told you, I told you !” Andy said.
Leon rolled the window all the way up as Ram approached, and the deputy shouted something at him.
Ivan raised his phone and started taking video.
Ram raised his gun, aimed it at Leon, and fired. The window shattered, and so did the back of Leon’s head as he was thrown to the side, into the boxes on the passenger seat. He rolled limply forward and his bloody head dropped toward the floorboard in front of the passenger seat.
“Jesus Christ!” Ivan shouted in horror.
Donny clutched Andy’s arm with both hands and said quietly but frantically, “Let’s go, Dad, please, let’s get out of here, let’s get away from him.”
There was an explosion of activity outside the van. Voices were
The rumbling grew louder, like the whole world was falling in on itself.
Ivan turned to the man and his son and put a finger to his mouth, signaling them to be quiet. Then he leaned forward along with Jack as Leon cracked the window a couple of inches. Wind and rain blew into the van.
“Can I help you, officer?” Leon said.
The deputy grinned and said, “Yeah, you can let them out of the van for me, okay? My friend Andy and his son. They’re coming with me.”
“Well, I don’t think they want to get out of the van,” Leon said.
The deputy reached for the door handle to open it, but Leon quickly hit the lock. The grin did not go away as the deputy said, “You can be arrested for that, you know.”
Lights grew brighter on both sides of the van as more cars drove into the parking lot. One of them pulled up behind the deputy. It was another sheriff’s department patrol car. The passenger door opened and a deputy got out. He had a mustache and a puffy face.
“Hey, Ram, what’s going on?” he said.
“This man is holding a friend of mine and his son in his van,” Ram said.
The mustached deputy looked at Leon. “You want to explain?”
Leon said, “The man in the backseat says this deputy has kidnapped him and his son and he’s going to kill them. He also says this deputy has killed a lot of people tonight. Says he’s unbalanced. He’s asked us for help.”
Ram’s smile disappeared and was replaced by a look of outrage.
The mustache turned to him and said, “What’s going on here, Ram?”
Ram ignored him and continued to glare at Leon.
The mustache said, “Ram, what’s the—”
Ram suddenly bared his teeth as he lifted his gun to the window and pointed it at Leon, saying, “Let them out of the fucking van, asshole.”
“Hey, hey, Ram!” the mustache said, putting a hand on Ram’s gun arm and pushing it down. “What the hell’s the matter with you? Come here, come on, step over here with me.”
The mustache led Ram over to the car he’d gotten out of and began talking to him, standing close.
“Jesus Christ,” Leon said with a sigh. “I may have wet myself.”
“I’m telling you, he’s insane,” Andy said.
“What should I do when they come back, Jack?” Leon said.
“Just do what you’re doing. Answer the questions.”
“You don’t understand,” Andy said tremulously. “He’s dangerous. He’s got a gun, he’ll shoot you. Without batting an eye, he’ll shoot you.”
“We’re wasting time,” Jack said. “We should have a camera set up so we can catch this.”
“Maybe you should just go about your business,” Ivan said.
“You think?” Jack said.
“Yeah, just get out and do the stuff you’d normally do. Set up for your piece. And I should be getting this,” he said, taking his cell phone from his pocket as he watched the flames still burning in the two third-floor windows.
There was a gunshot and Ivan leaned forward to look out Jack’s window again, absently fumbling with his phone.
The mustache lay on the ground and Ram was heading toward them again, gun in hand, chin jutting, eyes narrowed.
“Holy shit, he shot the other cop!” Leon said.
“I told you, I told you !” Andy said.
Leon rolled the window all the way up as Ram approached, and the deputy shouted something at him.
Ivan raised his phone and started taking video.
Ram raised his gun, aimed it at Leon, and fired. The window shattered, and so did the back of Leon’s head as he was thrown to the side, into the boxes on the passenger seat. He rolled limply forward and his bloody head dropped toward the floorboard in front of the passenger seat.
“Jesus Christ!” Ivan shouted in horror.
Donny clutched Andy’s arm with both hands and said quietly but frantically, “Let’s go, Dad, please, let’s get out of here, let’s get away from him.”
There was an explosion of activity outside the van. Voices were
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