Even if he didn’t do it wholeheartedly, Chan knew he had to get Stenton to a hospital ASAP.
“Sir, put the gun down. I don’t want to have to shoot you.”
Much to Chan’s surprise, the man simply laid the gun down on the table and stood up. “I’m ready to go with you, Mr. Chan. My work here is done.”
He walked around the table toward Chan. In that moment, Stenton lunged for the gun and pointed it at the man.
Chan fired once.
The man spun around to see Stenton fall forward on the table, the blood and gore from his head spattered everywhere.
“Was he going to shoot me?”
Chan, unnerved, replied, “Yes, yes he was. I think he figured that because you had already killed him, he would kill you.”
Chan went to the table and picked up the gun, and broke it open. It wasn’t loaded. Chan looked at the man with surprise and some horror.
“Turn around,” he said, angry, pulling out the cuffs. Had he been played? Now he was the killer.
“What’s your name?” barked Chan.
“Lau, Chris Lau,” the man said.
Forcing Lau down on a chair, Chan picked up the phone and called for a meat-wagon. When they arrived, he explained to Hank Lee, the M.E., what had happened.
The ride to the station passed in silence. Lau said nothing about the gun not being loaded. Chan wasn’t exactly grieving the loss, but killing even lowlifes like Stenton weighed on you. It’s a hard thing, killing a man. No matter the reason.
Yamamoto wasn’t back. Chan pushed Lau into a chair and began taking his information. The more he talked to Lau, the more his attitude softened. A little. Lau again told what Stenton had done, and Chan kept thinking about what Yamamoto had said, how Stenton’s company pulled lots of things, their slush fund against law suits.
Paperwork completed, Chan handed over Lau to the lock-up. The big question now was how to charge him. The rat poison hadn’t killed Stenton, Chan’s bullet had. Can logged it as attempted murder. This seemed logical, but he’d have to hash it out with the D.A.’s office.
Right then, Yamamoto came into the office along with Officer Williams. They were dragging three people with them, Lisa Gomes, another woman, and a man.
Yamamoto thrust them toward Williams. “Book um, Dan-O,” he said.
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Aloha #WriterSaturday. Today’s #WritingPrompt is
jumping the gun
Go ahead and write a piece inspired by this prompt, and then post it on your site and link back to me, or simply leave it as a comment below. I would love to read it : )