She couldn’t trust the man, but she didn’t want her brains blown out either. Whatever this was, she knew a good cop like her shouldn’t get involved in it — but was she willing to risk her life for this?
Slowly, she edged the door open, her arm ready to swing if she had to. Please don’t let this be the death of me.
"You’re too kind." His footsteps were heavy, burdened with the pain he was feeling. He walked through her door, the gun gripped firmly in his hand and pointed directly at her heart. His other hand held his ribs—the wound he had suffered when evading police now blazingly apparent.
"Close the door, will you? I feel a draft." The sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance, drawing closer with each passing second. Jean-Phillipe grunted, sliding himself along her wall to keep himself on his feet.
The sudden movement drew attention to the barrel of the gun poking around the door, and Carlie reached for a gun that wasn’t there. She cursed under her breath, reaching for the nearest object that she could hit someone with — her roller skates. “How do I know you’re not just going to shoot me if I open the door?”
"You don’t—but the chances of you being shot will be drastically decreased if you just let me in.” He set his free hand on the door, readying himself to shove the door open if she refuses again. He didn’t have time for this.
"All I am asking for is a smidgen of sanctuary. You supply the roof, I don’t supply the bullet—everyone’s happy."
"Richard Gere is a myth. Why should I let you in?"
"Because an incredibly expensive handgun is being pointed at you, and while gunning down civilians is fun and all, I’d much rather keep this affair as silent as possible." Jean-Phillipe pressed the gun through the space created between the door and the wall, giving it a little shake as to catch her attention.
"Now, now—take some time off your feet and embrace your own personal rapture. I, on the other hand, have some business that needs taking care of."
Hello. My name is Prince Cheekbones. You killed my sister. Prepare to die.