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don't think I hit him, but he's still out there. I'm all alone and he's trying to get me!' |
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'Could you describe him?' |
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'He's black, that's all I know.' |
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'No. I don't think so. He's just got black stuff on him, I don't know. What does it matter? I need help!' |
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'Give me your address, please.' |
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'Got it. Hang on, I'll contact a patrol car.' |
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Trev picked up the radio mike and fingered the speak button. 'All units, report.' He released the button. Waited. |
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'Oh my God!' the woman squealed. 'Oh my Jesus! He's . . .' |
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Trev cringed as gunblasts hit his ears. |
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Then the woman was sobbing. 'There's . . . there's no hurry any more. You can . . . take your sweet time now. He's dead. I shot him dead. Oh, Jesus. Where were you?' |
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'We've got troubles here, too. Are you sure the intruder's dead?' |
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'Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes.' |
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'OK. Now, we'll have a car there as soon as possible. In the meantime, just take it easy and try to stay calm.' |
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'Ho ho. Calm, yes. Jesus.' |
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'And don't go outside or let anyone into your place. There's something strange going on.' |
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'You're telling me? Oh, I think I've already noticed. Strange?' |
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