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Ruthie was trying to answer the 911 operator, but her mouth kept going dry. She was busy staring at the gun T-Bone was pointing at her. "He's been shot," she murmured into the phone. "T-Bone, you have to let Mac go to the hospital, if you don't he'll die." She said trying to maintain a calm facade.
"Murder One," said Kevin, "is a bitch, T-Bone. No chance of parole in this county. Hand me the gun, and I'll make sure they bring it down to Attempted Murder, or I might be able to get you out on assault." Kevin was speaking quietly, so T-Bone was watching him, trying to hear every word.
Martin saw his chance. He noticed T-Bone's hand growing slack on the gun as he strained to listen to Kevin's quiet voice. Martin grinned to himself. Kevin was good. He creeped up behind T-Bone, hoping that Ruthie was to preoccupied with Mac to look over at him. She would gasp or say something, he was sure of it. Closer, closer, just two steps away from T-Bone now. He looked over T-Bone's shoulder, and looked across at Kevin. Kevin gave a slight nod, and Martin lunged, reaching for T-Bone's gun. He could feel the adrenaline pounding through his veins. He knew he had to get it. He smiled as he felt the metal against his skin. He held tight, twisting the base of the gun from T-Bone's grasp.
T-Bone lunged for the gun, his eyes twinkling with desperation. He had to maintain control. He glared up at Martin, watching the older man. "Gonna shoot me now?" He taunted watching the barrel of the pistol. He clenched his fists as Martin ignored him. He watched Martin walk over, and hand Kevin his (T-Bone's) gun.
"Go get my pistol from the hall Martin," Kevin said, not taking his eyes off of T-Bone. T-Bone cursed himself for loving the girl with a cop for a brother-in-law. He wasn't going to get another chance, and he knew it. "Ruthie, how's Mac?" Kevin asked, still staring down at T-Bone.
"He's going to be alright, I think," she said. "I hear sirens, Kevin."
"The ambulance," he agreed. "Ruthie, I need you to call Sergeant Michaels, have him send back up for the arrest." Ruthie nodded, and started dialing immediately. She grinned as she recognized the man who told her how important it was to only call 911 if there was a real emergency as she began to explain the situation.
Martin walked back into the living room, skirting around T-Bone, who was sitting on the floor, and handing Kevin his gun. Then he rushed over to Ruthie, looking down at Mac. "He's ok." She mouthed as the EMT's walked in the front door.
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