Road Rules Online

Chapter 33

Sharon found herself rapidly picking up cops and rapidly running out of road.  Traffic thinned out here, a dirt road up ahead.  If she went in, she’d be trapped.

Judging by the sirens, so would her pursuers.  She gunned the engine and entered some sort of park.  The Dodge held fast, closing the distance once more.  She looked up at the sign over the entrance.

“Bonaventure Cemetery?” she said out loud.  “Oh, shit!”

***

“Ram her bumper,” said Franco.  “Try to force her off the access road.”

“Jules, we got every damn cop in Georgia behind us,” said Felix.  “Give it up.”

Franco’s eyes went wide and his face blotched red.  He jammed the gun under Felix’s ear.  “Do it.”

“Dude, you shoot me, we both die.”

Franco pressed harder.

“Well, it’s a cemetery.  We won’t have far to go.”

He punched the gas and rammed the Tahoe.  The Tahoe took a sudden curve, and Felix hit the brakes.  The Ram skidded off the access road into a set of tombstones.  “Fuck!”

He backed out and started after the Tahoe once again.

Behind them, police cars burst into the cematery.  They would pursue both trucks or fan out and block the access roads.

“You know we’re trapped now,” said Felix.

“Just drive,” said Franco.

***

When Miguel got out of his car, Mason thought he’d wet himself for the second time in as many days.  He started squirming against his police captor.  “That man has a gun.  He’s trying to kill the bishop.”

They’d cuffed him in front.  He took the chance anyway and went for one of the Savannah cops’ guns.  The cop didn’t react fast enough.  They both struggled for the weapon.  Something roared between Mason’s legs.

At first, he went numb.  Then the pain set in, and he screamed.  The pain spread to his gut.  He screamed louder.

When the cop got off of him and took the gun away, Mason looked down to see a bloody gaping hole in his crotch.

The wail he let out would become a legend in a city already full of legends.

***

Mike came out of the alleyway to see several cops rushing around.  Someone called for an ambulance.  Tyson left him and ran over to the knot of police uniforms.

At first, he thought something had happened to the bishop.  He then saw the old priest standing off to the side, eyes closed as though he were trying to calm himself.

Mike jogged over to the fray and asked, “What happened?”

“Some dipshit went for Keltner’s gun,” said a uniform.  “He ended up shooting off his nuts.”

The crowd parted as an ambulance siren sounded, growing louder as it approached.  Mike looked down at the victim.

And laughed.  In fact, he doubled over.  How he would tell his ex-wife that her new husband had shot off his own balls, he didn’t know.

But he looked forward to finding out.