Kieran snatched up the bag of saleable items he had dropped in his sister's bedroom and left again without delay. He thought about searching Emily's room for anything worth taking, but decided against it, the odds were it wouldn't be worth the time it would take to make the search.
He slung the bag over his shoulder when he got to the foot of the stairs so he could grip his shotgun with two hands as he approached the front door. Reaching out, he opened the door slowly and cautiously; he didn't think either of the constables he had seen when he first looked out into the yard were armed, if they were, he was sure they would have returned fire when he shot the sergeant and the inspector, he wasn't about to risk himself stupidly, however.
He peered around the yard for any sign of the constables but saw nothing, he assumed they were still hiding behind the patrol car – he had seen their heads when he looked out the window after collecting his bag. Just to be on the safe side, and to encourage the constable to keep out of the way and to not do anything stupid, he fired off both barrels from his shotgun as he moved hurriedly across the yard to his Land Rover.
His shots were not intended to harm the constables, whom he couldn't see in any case, they were merely to keep their heads down. In that they succeeded for he saw not so much as a hair to indicate there was anyone in the yard with him by the time he reached the driver's door of his Land Rover.
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Written In Blood
Mystery / ThrillerA peaceful village torn apart by murder. In the small, close-knit village of Oakhurst, residents aren't willing to believe that one of their own might be a brutal killer. So when young women begin to die - their bodies found with accusatory...
