Page 20 of Bump in the Night
And then, the man with the mask peels itoff.
Elliot.
It was Elliot this wholetime.
“NYPD,” he shouts, flashing his badge and sending the woman to her knees. She drops the gun and Elliot runs over to secure it. Behind us, I hear the fury of a speeding car careening toward us. The headlights spread out on the wide road. The car stops with a screeching sound that’s so loud it cuts through the darkness. John and Elliot pivot to face our new arrivals. John wastes no time in making sure I’m crouching down behindhim.
The headlights cut out and I peek around John’s legs. The two men in the car, their masks illuminated by the taillights of the smashed car, put their hands in theair.
These fuckers thought they were following one rogue cop driving blindly into the belly of the beast. Instead, they got both Elliot andJohn.
Mymen.
