CHAPTER 12: CONCLUSION
Suddenly a heavy armed police force burst into the warehouse. They circled the man and pointed their weapons at him. As a reflex the man drew another gun. "POLICE! DROP THE GUN!" Tremain yelled. Sweat was dripping from his forehead. The man knew that there was no way out of his situation. He dropped his gun and surrendered. At least it was better than dying of 8 bullets in your body, shot from several angles. Tremain approached him while he holstered his gun and got his cuffs. Some other cops kept the man at gunpoint. Tremain pulled the man's arms on his back and cuffed him.
"You are under arrest for robbery and attempted murder on two minors." he said in a monotone voice. The man just laughed.
"Attempted murder? I'm sorry officer, but I'm afraid you got it all wrong here. It seems to me those kids died in a gunfight amongst themselves." Then he froze unable to speak another word. The two boys that had been lying on the floor for some time now slowly rose. They weren't dead at all.
Jeffrey handed the gun the man had pushed in his hand to an officer and, with Bo at his side, he then moved closer to Tremain and the now captured criminal. "But how?" the cuffed guy uttered. Jeffrey grinned. "It's all in the misdirection…The fact you almost killed my brother left an image of your horrific face in my mind. It just took some hocus-pocus and hypnosis to get it out and link you to the robbery and the framing of Shirley. After we found that out, I called the police and told them everything. They gave us a tape recorder to provide the state with enough evidence when you go on trial…" he pulled a tape recorder from his pocket and unbuttoned his jacket. "… and some bulletproof vests to protect us from any stray bullets. The whole plan worked." Brown's face went crimson. "And I also had a tracker on me, just in case." His face turned serious and tears welled up in his eyes. "You deserve to rot in prison! Because of you, my brother can't hear anything for the rest of his life. Sending you to jail is something I do not only for Shirley, but also for him." When he had stopped speaking he turned away unable to look at the face of the man again. Bo gave him a pat on the back to comfort him.
"You did great, man. Shirley and I are proud of you and I'm sure your brother will be too." Jeffrey looked at his friend sobbing without an end. He just managed to say one word.
"Thanks." he whispered through his sobs. In the mean time the cops had left the building and Tremain, still holding his prisoner, had moved to the door. Ever since the man had found out how Jeffrey got him caught he had been cursing his thugs, who were already arrested outside. He couldn't believe they had underestimated those kids and forgot to search them. He turned to the boys, looking Jeffrey straight in the eye, and spoke some frightening words.
"It's not over kid. It's far from over." he threatened. Tremain pulled him out of the building and put him in the back of a squad car. Bo and Jeffrey hopped in the back of another car. They had to free a friend…
TO BE CONTINUED…