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there were many short residential blocks ahead where he could have fled into the backyards and hid from the police. Instead, however, he ran along Utica Avenue. The block—a very long one—was a commercial strip of attached storefronts. There was nowhere for Walters to hide. His only chance was to turn on to Church Avenue, but it seemed that his body was failing him. He could no longer run as quickly as he did in his youth, and he could hear the footsteps of the cop quickly closing in just as he reached the corner.
His life in shambles, and the almost certain return to a prison cell for a very long time as his destiny; Walters made a decision. He wouldn’t go back. He’d heard the term suicide by cop, and that was okay by him. He decided that the cop was going to catch him within a matter of moments so his only option for freedom would be to kill the cop. If he did and got away, that would be great. If the cop shot and killed him, that was also an acceptable conclusion to what had become a tortured existence.
Walters, almost out of breath, slowed down just a bit. A feeling of calmness came over him as he was accepting of his fate, regardless of the outcome. He reached into his waistband and firmly gripped the handgun. He turned to face the oncoming cop, leveled the nine millimeter at the cops face and calmly pulled the trigger.
*
Timothy Keegan was probably in the best shape of his life. Utica Avenue was a long block and gave Keegan the ample that he needed to close the distance between the two of them. Keegan realized that he was now too close for the man to hide from him in any backyards once he had turned the next corner. While the chase was not over just yet, Keegan felt a sense of satisfaction as he believed his first arrest was imminent.
That feeling quickly vanished, as one of sheer terror took over, when the man spun around on Keegan with a gun in his hand. Keegan’s jaw suddenly tensed up; sensing the danger. There was little time to do anything more than react. The gun was brought directly up to Keegan’s eye level. Keegan shielded his face with his left arm and continued his charge.
In the final few feet, when Keegan was close enough and no shot had yet been fired, Keegan grabbed for the gun with both hands and drove his shoulder into the man’s midsection. The two men tumbled backwards to the ground with Keegan landing on top.
*
The force of the impact against the ground had knocked the wind from Jamal Walters. The fucking safety; I forget to take the safety off the gun, a frustrated Walters realized.
Still, he knew that the fight was not over. The impact with the ground had caused the gun to spring free from his hands, but it only fell about two feet away. Walters focused on nothing but the gun as he spun around from under the weight of the cop and grabbed it with his right hand.
The cop once again grabbed with both hands at Walters’ gun hand. Walters did his best to fend the cop off with his free hand, his knees, and his feet. Walters was then able to gain better control of the gun and slid the safety to the off position with his thumb. Walters now had a firm grip on the gun and had been managing to do a decent job of keeping the cop at bay. He placed his finger on the trigger, waiting for the opportunity to shoot the cop. Every time that he managed to twist his arm and slip away, even for a second, the cop once again grabbed him.
*
Keegan knew that the man was no longer trying to get away, but rather trying to end his life. He could hear the sirens, as well as Andre Thomas running up to help, but he knew that he still had to keep the man’s gun hand from breaking free of his grasp. It wasn’t easy. The man was wiry, and the sweat on his arms made him slippery. The man had broken the grip twice, and Keegan buried his head to the opposite side of the man’s body until he was once again able to control his arm.
The third time that the man wiggled free was just as Andre Thomas reached the
His life in shambles, and the almost certain return to a prison cell for a very long time as his destiny; Walters made a decision. He wouldn’t go back. He’d heard the term suicide by cop, and that was okay by him. He decided that the cop was going to catch him within a matter of moments so his only option for freedom would be to kill the cop. If he did and got away, that would be great. If the cop shot and killed him, that was also an acceptable conclusion to what had become a tortured existence.
Walters, almost out of breath, slowed down just a bit. A feeling of calmness came over him as he was accepting of his fate, regardless of the outcome. He reached into his waistband and firmly gripped the handgun. He turned to face the oncoming cop, leveled the nine millimeter at the cops face and calmly pulled the trigger.
*
Timothy Keegan was probably in the best shape of his life. Utica Avenue was a long block and gave Keegan the ample that he needed to close the distance between the two of them. Keegan realized that he was now too close for the man to hide from him in any backyards once he had turned the next corner. While the chase was not over just yet, Keegan felt a sense of satisfaction as he believed his first arrest was imminent.
That feeling quickly vanished, as one of sheer terror took over, when the man spun around on Keegan with a gun in his hand. Keegan’s jaw suddenly tensed up; sensing the danger. There was little time to do anything more than react. The gun was brought directly up to Keegan’s eye level. Keegan shielded his face with his left arm and continued his charge.
In the final few feet, when Keegan was close enough and no shot had yet been fired, Keegan grabbed for the gun with both hands and drove his shoulder into the man’s midsection. The two men tumbled backwards to the ground with Keegan landing on top.
*
The force of the impact against the ground had knocked the wind from Jamal Walters. The fucking safety; I forget to take the safety off the gun, a frustrated Walters realized.
Still, he knew that the fight was not over. The impact with the ground had caused the gun to spring free from his hands, but it only fell about two feet away. Walters focused on nothing but the gun as he spun around from under the weight of the cop and grabbed it with his right hand.
The cop once again grabbed with both hands at Walters’ gun hand. Walters did his best to fend the cop off with his free hand, his knees, and his feet. Walters was then able to gain better control of the gun and slid the safety to the off position with his thumb. Walters now had a firm grip on the gun and had been managing to do a decent job of keeping the cop at bay. He placed his finger on the trigger, waiting for the opportunity to shoot the cop. Every time that he managed to twist his arm and slip away, even for a second, the cop once again grabbed him.
*
Keegan knew that the man was no longer trying to get away, but rather trying to end his life. He could hear the sirens, as well as Andre Thomas running up to help, but he knew that he still had to keep the man’s gun hand from breaking free of his grasp. It wasn’t easy. The man was wiry, and the sweat on his arms made him slippery. The man had broken the grip twice, and Keegan buried his head to the opposite side of the man’s body until he was once again able to control his arm.
The third time that the man wiggled free was just as Andre Thomas reached the
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