COP’S EYES 2

 

Now, it was my turn to put my hands up like I was the criminal. I couldn’t believe what was happening. How could I be so gullible? A sucker blinded by a desperation to be loved. She played me like an instrument. DOE…RAY…ME… Yeah, she played me alright. “Don’t try anything stupid,” she said.                                                                                                                                “Looks like I already did. Trusting you.” I snarled.

Her hand was unsteady on the gun. I could feel her trembling. My instincts told me to turn around quickly and knock the gun out of her hand but if I remembered correctly; she was wanted for a bank robbery that went bad. Two people were shot and killed either by her, her accomplices or both. I didn’t really know what she was capable of.

“Okay. So I’m not the sweet, little innocent LADY you thought I was. I know you’re so disappointed but with those COP’S EYES and that COP’S MIND of yours I thought you had put it all together.”                                                                                               “I did. Just a little too late. So, now what?”

I wanted so badly to turn around. I wanted to see her face and look into her eyes. My training taught me that most of the time it was easier for a person to shoot someone in the back, rather than face to face, look him in the eye and then shoot him. However, a cold blooded killer doesn’t have a problem either way. Was she a cold blooded killer? I certainly didn’t want to take any chances. She backed up and I felt a little relief from the pressure of  the gun on my back.

“Turn around slowly and keep your hands up.” And there I was, standing there looking down the barrel of my own .38. She had taken off the curly, black wig she wore earlier. Her hair was shorter. Now, she looked much like the picture I had seen at the precinct. She had taken off the make-up and false eyelashes. But she was still beautiful. Deadly perhaps but still beautiful.         “Louisa. Come on. You don’t have to do this.”

“I knew it!  There was something about you. The way you looked at me as if I was a puzzle you were trying to figure out. A damn dirty cop!”

I saw a whole different side of her. It was like she had two different personalities. I saw rage in her eyes. I had to keep her calm. Her insults were the least of my concerns because if she were to shoot me, that would be an even bigger insult. I had to keep her talking. ” Why Louisa? Why did you allow me to come here?”

“I didn’t know at first. I had to trust my instincts. But I like you, you know. But I still had to know…So while you were asleep, you were out cold. I looked and found your badge and gun that you tried to hide.” Apparently her instincts had been better than mine. I had to keep her talking. “So Why did you do it?” I asked. ” Do what?”  “Rob those banks?”

She sat down in a chair across from me and crossed her legs. The gun still fixed on me. ” You want me to confess? I’m sorry. I’m old school. Admit to nothing and deny everything.”

After several hours her tough demeanor was starting to fade, she was wearing down. I could see she was getting tired. She was holding the gun, hand resting on her leg. Her shoulders were beginning to slump. While she didn’t admit to holding up any banks; she did say that there was a mysterious guy who went by just one letter, “Z.”  He was the mastermind of the operation. The one who called all the shots. A guy none of them had ever met. He was a voice known only over the phone.

I knew she was wearing down because she was talking more. She still never confessed to actually robbing the banks. But she did tell me that they had decided to split the money three ways and cut “Z” out completely. Now they were running scared because they knew that “Z” was out to get them and he was as dangerous as they come. “So where is the money?” I asked. “You sure ask a lot of questions.”   “I’m a cop. A detective. That’s what we do.” I said halfheartedly.

The telephone rang. It kept ringing and ringing. “Aren’t you going to get that?” I asked. She picked up the phone. “Hello…” A series of yes and no’s followed. She paused and looked at me. Then she said, ” Yes. Come up.” Then she hung up.

Panic set in. I made the assumption that she was talking to her accomplices. If they were on their way up, I didn’t think they would have any problem killing me. I had to do something quick. “Let me go Louisa. You don’t have to do this.” I pleaded. “If you are really a cold blooded killer you would have shot me by now.” She got up and walked over to me. The gun still pointed at me. Now she was closer, within arms reach.

“So you think I’m soft, do you? I should shoot you right now. Just like I…” I heard a loud knock. She turned. I seized the opportunity and knocked the gun out of her hands. It slid across the hardwood floor as we both scrambled for it. During the struggle I managed to grab the gun with one hand and put Louisa in a choke hold with the other. When I looked up at the door, the two thugs were already inside the apartment.

“Don’t come any closer,” I said. As much as I didn’t want to do it, I put the gun up to Louisa’s head. I was in survival mode. “Stay right where you are.” I shouted. “He’s a cop!” She yelled.

The tall lanky guy who appeared to be about six feet -five or so, spoke, “So what do we have here?” He had this irritating, whiny voice. Louisa was obviously scared, ” I swear! I didn’t know it at first. I found out later.” The shorter stocky, bald guy started inching toward me. He was perhaps five feet six and two hundred or more pounds, all muscle. “I’ll break your cop legs and feed you to my dogs!”

“Hold on Mr. bowling ball ! One step closer and I won’t have any problem dusting her off,” I bluffed. The tall guy smirked, ” What’s this? A cop? Taking a hostage? Really? Cops don’t operate like that. Do they?”

The tall guy took out his gun. “Who are you really?”

 

 

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