The other officers would come to our aid, right? People look out for each other in small towns, or that’s how it seems on television.
While I’m waiting, I grab the female officer’s gun and tuck it into my jacket. When animals were enough to satiate my appetite, Daddy took me hunting in the woods. I have good aim, and a knife wouldn’t work in an ambush situation.
Smoke billows from under the hood as I stagger from the wreckage.
“Help!” I scream into the air. “Someone help us!”
Bingo! Just as I suspected, bright lights appear on the horizon as the car moving August loops back to the scene. They pull up, and their doors fly open. Suddenly, two officers are racing toward me, leaving August alone.
“You have to help us!” I screech. All of this fake emotion is hurting my throat. “They’re really hurt! Please!”
They run down the verge past me to the car. As they do, I pass them and wait for the perfect moment. When they’re at the car’s windows, reaching in to help their colleagues, I stop and take my aim.
Bang.
One down. A shot to the shoulder. Not perfect, but it’s enough to knock him over. The second officer is busy trying to haul a body out of the car. He has no time to draw his gun.
Bang.
My bullet hits him in the back of the head, and his brain explodes like confetti.
“Happy birthday to me,” I sing as I skip down to finish what I started. I needed the keys to their car, after all. When I reach the officer gasping for air, he’s reaching for his walkie-talkie. I grin down at him. “You won’t be needing that.”
Bang.
Straight in the head. Bull’s eye!
I find what I’m looking for in his pocket. There are cuff keys on his keyring. It must be fate. My plan couldn’t have gone any better.
I make my way to August, who is trying to shoulder his way out of the locked car. He stops, and his mouth falls open as I emerge over the top of the hill.
“We said forever,” I say as I open the door to release him. “I’m done waiting.”