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Chapter 11
Evan Kline stood in the living room, his gun pushed against Sara's head. "What are you doing Evan?" His brother asked, moving away from the door so that Munch and Fin could come into the house. "I told you that you aren't going to kill anyone in my house."
"Oh would you shut up already or I'm going to have to shoot you too." Evan shouted at him, gesturing towards his own brother with his gun.
"Put the gun down man." Fin said, his own gun drawn. "Even if you do shoot her there's no way that you're going to get out of here alive."
"Maybe not but I could always get out of here as long as she is still alive."
"We are not in the mood for this game. Now put the gun down and let Sara go." Munch said, his gun out and looking for an open shot.
"You must be Detective Munch. How's the head?" Evan asked with a malicious grin.
"Hurts like hell. You okay Sara?" John asked.
"Fine…" Evan tightening his hold on her cut her off.
"We don't need to hear anything out of you. I think you've said more than enough for the past few days."
"You kill your wife and you're mad at me?" Sara said shocked tone.
"I'm not kidding, shut the hell up you little bitch." He said, jerking her roughly around the wrist that already had a brace on it. This caused Sara to let out a loud shriek of pain. "Sorry, did that hurt you?" He asked sarcastically.
"Leave her alone Kline!" John shouted at him, his grip on the gun tightening.
"Or you'll what? Oh… are you two more then friends?" Kline asked with a wicked tone. "Not a good idea detective. Makes it difficult to be impartial in situations such as this one."
The next few moments happened so quickly that no one realized what happened. Sara let out a scream. Three shots had been fired; two sounds of glass breaking and two people hit the ground with blood seeping out from fresh wounds.
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