Chapter 8
“Hands in the air!”
“Face on the ground!”
I didn’t think this pair of small-town cops had much experience with dicey situations because I was pretty sure their barked instructions were mutually exclusive. Still, I did my best to obey, not wanting to give either man an excuse to use the guns they were waving about with such disturbingly wild abandon.
Within seconds, my arms were wrenched behind my back and handcuffs pinched my skin as the restraints ratcheted shut. I winced as the mostly healed gunshot wound on my left arm ached at the mistreatment.
Still, I waited until I was fully neutralized before speaking. No need to provoke the one-bodies.
“I wasn’t hurting anybody,” I began, lifting myself up onto my knees so I could look directly into the men’s faces. “I was trying t
