Mick lifted the deputy and flung him through the window opening of the desk, landing him on top of the sergeant. And then he shot the second deputy before he could get off a single round. And then he shot the sergeant and the deputy that landed on him.
The chief came running up front firing too, hitting Mick in his upper left arm, but Mick was able to fire on him several shots to take him out too.
But outside of the station, where Duke sat in Mick’s fortified Escalade, those gunshots put terror in Duke’s heart. He clutched his gun and reached for the doorhandle, ready to go inside and help his parents.
But he remembered what his father had said in no uncertain terms. Stay in the vehicle no matter what. Call Teddy. And get the hell away from that station.
Duke turned on his father’s vehicle, with the car phone that should have come up, but it registered no signal. Then he quickly pulled out his own phone, but that registered no signal either. “What police station doesn’t have cell service?” he cried out. And he heard more gunfire. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God!”
But inside the station, Mick was on the move. After he took that chief out, he began running toward the back of the station. “Rosalind?” he yelled as he ran. “Rosalind?!”
“Mick? Mick, I’m back here! I’m back here, Mick!”
When he turned a corner and saw her in that jail cell, he grabbed the keys and began unlocking it. “How many did you see?” he was asking her.
“The chief and three deputies. What happened? You’re bleeding, Mick!”
Mick unlocked the door, grabbed her, handed her a gun from his pocket, and they both began running back toward thefront. Mick, certain Duke would be gone, planned to grab the keys from one of the deputies and hop into his patrol car.
But he stopped Roz in her tracks and listened. That was when he heard the sound of feet running toward them.
And as soon as they made it in the hall, a group of four more deputies showed themselves and began firing. Mick grabbed Roz and ran into a side room as bullets whizzed past them. He slammed the door behind them.
But he knew it was only a temporary fix. He hurried to the window, lifted it, ordered Roz to jump out and hit the ground running as he hoisted her out.
But just as he did, the door to the room was busted open and the gunmen ran inside.
Mick was cornered. He dropped his weapon. And the gunmen swarmed.
But Mick pulled out another gun and began firing at the men to distract them all from Roz, as they began backing out and firing on him.
But Roz hit the ground running just like Mick ordered. She knew the only chance he had was for her to go in through the front door and ambush those gunmen from behind.
She ran for Mick’s life.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Better call Ted!
That was what his father told him in no uncertain terms. If something happened, he was to speed his ass away from there and call his big brother.
But something horrific was happening. The gunfire was so sudden and so rapid that Duke knew he had no time to waste. He tightened his grip on his Glock and quickly reached for the doorhandle ready to go in blazing away too. His parents needed him. He had to get inside of that building!
But he remembered what his father had said. Don’t get out of that truck. No matter what happened, do not get out of that SUV! It was fortified. No bullet could penetrate it.
And that was why he threw his phone and gun onto the passenger seat, gripped that steering wheel of his father’s huge, fortified Escalade, pressed his big shoe on the gas pedal, and floored it.
That was when Roz ran around to the front of that police station and was shocked to see her son behind the wheel of his father’s SUV. “Duke?” she cried out. “Duke?”
But she was too late. He didn’t see her nor did he hear her. He flew across that parking lot, hopped that curb like a maniac, and barreled his way straight ahead until he was crashing into that building. Glass from that big picture window shattered like a building crumbling as he sped through.
But he kept on driving. It might have looked like a suicide mission, but he had every intention of getting out of there alive.And getting his parents out of there alive while he was at it too. There was no in between with Duke.
But when those men stopped shooting inside of a room, and trained their guns directly at his face inside that big tank of an SUV, Duke didn’t hesitate. He floored that gas pedal again and went full steam ahead. It was them or it was him. And it wasn’t going to be him!
He drove into them so fast, and with the full force of a ten-thousand-pound truck, that they didn’t stand a chance. But as they were going down, they were firing their best shots. They got off round after round after round. And one by one by one those bullets sailed toward Duke Sinatra as if there was no way out, and crashed into his windshield.
Duke couldn’t duck. He couldn’t cower. There was no way for him to zigzag his way through that narrow hall. All he could do was to continue to go full steam ahead. Life be damn. Pain be damn. Fear be damn. For his mother’s sake, and his father’s sake,and his own sake, there was no other choice but to drive full steam ahead.
