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Author: James Kessler
Fiction Rated: M - English - Suspense - Reviews: 5 - Published: 08-23-04 - Updated: 08-23-04 - id:1701164
As Gallante slowly pulled his police cruiser away from the building, he glanced at the person sitting in passenger. Kale was staring up at the dark sky and didn't seem to notice Gallante's stare.
Once the cruiser was a safe distance from the station he pulled over. Kale looked around, nodded and extended his left hand towards Gallante.
"Don't look at my hand as if it's a snake. You did well tonight cop. Thank you." Gallante stared at the hand for a second longer then raised his hand. The instant his hand was far enough away from his gun, Kale snapped his right hand into Gallante's extended wrist, shattering the bone. With his left Kale grasped the gun and yanked it from its holster.
Gallante howled in pain and frustration and struggled to take off his seat belt with his right hand. His struggles ceased when Kale placed the barrel of the gun to the detective's forehead.
"You said we could go our separate ways." Detective Jean Gallante cried through the sobs.
"I didn't say that, Joseph did."
"You'll never get away!" The detective's rough voice had reduced to the sound a small child makes when they scrape their knee. "They will kill you the first chance they get."
Kale smiled. "The way I figure it, I got at least three hours before they realize that you took me out of there. Another two hours to find your car, another twenty minutes and they will have a search party out for me. Roadblocks all that shit. So that gives me roughly five and a half-hours to get out of here. More than enough time for an able bodied individual like myself."
Cocking back the hammer on the gun, Kale's smile widened as Gallante's sobs grew louder. "Oh one last thing, I want you to do me a favor. Tell the devil I send my regards."
With that Kale squeezed back the trigger and Gallante's head snapped back with a sickening crack.
Giggling slightly, Kale stepped from the car and began to walk away. A few feet from the car he paused, then turned and took both the cop's handcuffs and his extra ammunition.
Looking up at the full moon, Kale couldn't help but smile as he passed into a nearby alley and disappeared into the cold dark night.

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