It was quiet again but, Detective Dennis Fuller knew that
wouldn’t last long. Like the proverbial calm before the storm, he suspected his
assailants were repositioning in order to surround and trap him before the
bullets started flying.
Ducked behind a concrete wall, he watched as the blood finally
stopped leaching from his CI’s head. Sprawled in the middle of the street like
roadkill, his body was riddled with bullet holes from the ambush and it was
only a matter of time before the same thing happened to him.
Shit! He needed to
get off the street. Detective Fuller took a look around the area, counted down
from five and made a mad dash toward the loading docks. Jumping the fence, he
entered through a backdoor and quickly located a place to hide.
