Jason's point of view. Word: Stab.
Jason heard the gunshot in the distance; simultaneously, he felt a sudden sharp pain stab into his left shoulder, hurling him forward. He swore and lurched into a zigzag, stealing a glance over his shoulder.
His would-be shooter was not a policeman, as Jason had expected. But he recognized the dark hair, the stark face, the assassin's solid spread-foot stance. Then the police screamed into the scene and Jason took the opportunity to vanish.
His shoulder throbbed, a constant reminder that he had been lucky, so lucky, that the dark-haired man had missed the headshot.