ON MAY 10TH....
“There is blood in the Moon tonight! You’ve been searching for me three years Detective. The whole time I was in the office across the hall. You’ve been tracking me a full three years and you didn’t even suspect it was me.”
I huddled behind the counter in my kitchen spilling my life out of a wound in my upper left chest. Armstrong held his gun firmly, a manic gleam of blood lust in his eyes, at least I could imagine that there was blood lust there, I couldn’t actually see him even if I knew exactly where he was by the sound. My chest ached, a burning pain making my breathing harder; my left arm tightened in pain, the hand in spasms from the chest wound. My vision was almost cloudy between gasps of agony. After I managed to drop my groceries at the door and rolled into the room I had dropped behind this counter and clicked the button on the recorder I had set up for emergencies. My second gun was just inches away from me. I heard Armstrong enter the room; I could hear him chamber a round into the shotgun as he delivered his crazed little speech for posterity. I managed to take a deep breath even though my lungs were on fire, “With all the narcotics at the crime scenes Armstrong who else could it have been? I knew it had to be you, I just had to find the proof, after all your one of the best on the force.” I felt my heart beat in my ears as I pretended to be stronger than I was. Did he know how much of what I said was true, how much was bluff? I didn’t really know, I just hoped that I could get a full confession before he killed me. If I died at least my partner would know where to find this tape, and Armstrong would get nailed anyway.
THE SHAMAN IS COMING.....
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