Chris walked towards Dan, keeping the gun trained on him at all times. "You killed Jason. You twisted, crazy little punk. He was a good man and you killed him in cold blood."
Dan held the spot on his bleeding shoulder where Chris had shot him earlier. He backed away from the police officer.
The cop's finger twitched. Who could blame him if he pulled the trigger, he thought. Who would complain about him ridding the world of a psychopath who had tried to run him over, slashed him several times with a knife, held a bystander hostage at knifepoint, and had just murdered the professor?
In his backward walking, Dan bumped into the now-deserted food vendor's cart from which he'd stolen the knife in the first place. The surprising jolt snapped him out of the surreal state of rage he'd b
