My head was pounding.
I looked around. It was like watching one of those movies they showed you in school. The sound was terrible and everything was out of focus.
I saw Vince and Dealerman on the ground, their guns on the floor next to them.
I didn't see Vic or Fran.
Fran. Where the hell was she? The front door blew inwards.
Kurt came in first, followed by Friday and Gannon. Kurt came rushing towards me.
Vic stumbled out of the bedroom guns blazing. It sounded like cannons.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Kurt was near me when the other two cops returned fire.
I saw the muzzle flash for Gannon's pistol, followed by Vic's return shots.
Kurt spun around in a jerky spasm and landed next to me.
Vic was almost in front of me when Friday fired his shotgun.
I felt something wet and sticky cover my body.
I blacked out.
BLAM!
I opened one eye. Gannon stood over Dealerman, pistol in hand.
BLAM! BLAM!
Dealerman's lifeless body jumped from the impact of the bullets.
Friday was stuffing drugs and money into a duffel bag. "I'm finished here. You take care of everybody?"
Gannon looked over to me. "All except Mikey over there."
I closed my eye and laid still.
I heard his footsteps get closer and then stop next to me.
Click.
He cocked his revolver.
"Don't worry Mikey," he whispered in my ear. "We take care of our helpers. That is until they get caught in a crossfire."
I swallowed hard.
BANG!
Pieces of drywall hit face as the bullet lodged into the wall by my ear.
Red and blue flashing lights started to shine through the windows.
"We'll be in touch," Gannon said.
I pissed my pants and blacked out again.
