Chapter Ten - Endgame
Will pulled up the carpet as tear gas filled the room. Beneath the rug was a trapdoor. Will had chosen this room for a reason. He was nothing if not prepared.
"You can't leave me here!" screamed Larry, as he struggled, tied to a chair, the gas reaching him.
"You deserve all the tears you get!" said Will, as he pulled the trapdoor open and helped JJ climb down.
The New Orleans police department kicked down the doors of the apartment. They had their guns at the ready, all prepared to face the renegade cop who'd supposedly killed one of their own, Sally Walton. If the tear gas hadn't defeated him, they would.
So, it came as some surprise, that the room was empty apart from one man, tied to a chair, coughing and spluttering, tears running down his face. "Trap door," he gasped.
The police looked around the room, their breathing masks hiding their expressions, as they searched for a trap door amidst the smoke filling the room.
"They've gone down," one of the police radio-ed to his colleagues below. "But they're not going out. Suspect is highly dangerous. Shoot to kill."
"This place must be surrounded by cops," said Derek, taking a peek outside the room they'd climbed down into.
"You should just turn yourself in, Will," said JJ.
"They'd never believe me," replied Will. "I may not get out of here alive."
At that moment, the trapdoor above their heads opened and a heavily armed cop dropped down.
"It's over," said Will, dropping his weapon. "I didn't kill Sally. You need to find the man who did."
The policeman raised his gun. "You expect us to believe you. After what you did to Sally." He raised the gun and pointed it at Will. "We've got orders to bring you in, dead or alive."
"Don't shoot," yelled JJ.
A shot rang out, echoing throughout the room.