Stolen Identity by Michael W Sherer

Author:Michael W Sherer [Sherer, Michael W]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cutter Press
Published: 2019-10-29T16:00:00+00:00

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The swelling yowl of the sirens sent a shiver of excitement through Amir. To be so close, knowing that he had orchestrated their movements, made him feel more powerful than he’d ever been in his life. A quiver ran up his spine as the first patrol car slung around the corner on squealing tires and screeched to a stop. The second car followed in quick succession.

“We gotta go!” Fahrouk growled.

“They’re not interested in us,” Amir said. “They want to see if there really is a dead man in the house. More than that, they want to catch a killer in the act.”

The chase had gone on too long, and the direction Keator was heading would pull the attention of law enforcement agencies east with him. Amir wanted to end this now, before Keator could cause problems for al-Qadir’s plan.

“I’m telling you, man,” Fahrouk said, “we’re too close. They’ll spot us eventually, and wonder why we’re just sitting here.”

“Wait and watch. We’ll be fine.”

The two cops got out of their cars and ducked down behind their open doors, guns drawn and pointed at the front door of Jackson’s house. Twenty seconds later, two more patrol cars slewed up onto the grass of the side yard near the corner. When those cops emerged from their cars and got into the same positions, the first two moved slowly toward the front door.

“Canton Police!” one of them shouted. “Come out with your hands up!”

The pair continued to advance toward the door while the other cops covered them. Emboldened by the fact that no one came out, and no shots were fired from inside, the advancing pair picked up their pace and climbed the steps to the porch. The lead cop waited until the one behind him was close on his heels before he reached around the doorframe and pushed the door open. They both stepped inside and disappeared. Within moments, one of them reappeared on the porch, leaned over the rail and vomited.

The cop closest to the corner called out loud enough for Amir to hear through his open car window, “What the hell, Tomkins? You okay?”

Tomkins wiped his mouth and went back inside.

“Why haven’t they brought him out?” Fahrouk said, his voice rising. “What’s going on?”

Amir patted the air in front of him. “Keep it down. Just wait.”

His stomach cramped with nervousness. It was several more minutes before Tomkins came out and headed for the two patrolmen in the yard. Before he reached them, the first cop exited the house, too. The cops in the yard visibly relaxed and stood next to their cars as Tomkins approached. Amir couldn’t make out what Tomkins was telling them, but he saw the cop’s mouth moving and heard his voice.

“Where’s the old guy?” Fahrouk said, panic in his voice. “You said the cops would arrest him and we could go home.”

“Shut up! Maybe he’s handcuffed inside. I’ll go see, okay?”

“Are you nuts? You can’t go out there and talk to the cops!”

Amir shrugged. “Why not?”

“Because… because you…” Fahrouk’s expression was pleading.

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