Homicidal

Chapter 21

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"Listen?!" I snarl, "with the two of us bound naked face-to-face from the nipples down and our ankles handcuffed together? Sue me, but shooting the cuffs clean off seemed like a fine solution at the time!"

I'm shaking with frustration, but she's equally agitated. "Do you honestly think I would've tied us up that way without palming my pager and the handcuff key?"

"You were deep undercover...we hadn't spoken to each other in eight weeks. How could I know anything?"

Her face twists. "You were supposed to trust me. Instead, the perps got away while you stood there and bled."


A/N: So...we have established why she did what she did, why he shot at his foot to save her, why he got in a bit of trouble for it, and why writing like this is an all-around terrible idea. Don't try this at home, folks! And now, PUH-LEEZ, can they please GTFO of the parking lot?

Love,

IdH