The Cop And The Criminal

56.6

Kassidy is looking at the bullet that Letty had shot Dom with. Dom squeezes Kassidy's shoulder to comfort her which causes the deep frown on her face to disappear. Kassidy rests her head on Dom's hand letting out a sigh.
"What you're looking at is a 5.45 by 18 FMJ spitzer bullet," Brian says as he walks over to Kassidy and Dom. "It's specific to one handgun, PSM. Now, given that handguns are illegal in the United Kingdom,  there's very few people that have access to that firearm. So if somebody wanted to, say, track down where it came from, it wouldn't be too hard." Brian hands Dom a paper. "I was a cop for a lot of years. Some habits die hard."
"A pawn shop," Dom says as he looks at the paper.

Kassidy looks around to see three men inside the shop as Brian closes the door behind them.
"All right. What do you want?" The Pawnbroker asks them.
"They say if someone's looking for a Russian gun, you're the man to see," Kassidy tells him with a small smirk.
"Oh, they do, do they?" The Pawnbroker asks her. "What do you want pretty lady?" The two men in the room stand behind Dom and Kassidy. One grabs Kassidy by her shoulder before she turns around, grabbing his arm, kneeing him in the balls, before slinging him into the wall. Dom turns around before head butting the other man. Kassidy reaches under the glass grabbing a fist full of The Pawnbroker's shirt, slamming him against the glass so he couldn't reach his gun. Brian quickly grabs his gun, pointing it at the man, who tries to enter the shop.
"That might be a bad idea," Brian tells the man, who walks away before Brian closes the door.
"I'm looking for the owner of this," Kassidy says as she holds the bullet in front of the glass.
"I don't know," The Pawnbroker tells him before Kassidy pulls him away from the glass then slamming him back into it.
"Take a closer look," Kassidy growls at him with a nod at the bullet.
"About a week ago, a girl came in, bought guns, ammo, everything I had," The Pawnbroker explains.
"A girl?" Kassidy asks him. "What did she look like?"
"Tough chick, dark hair. Mean streak like you. Word is she's a street racer," The Pawnbroker answers her.
"Where can we find her?" Dom asks as he walks closer.
"How do I know? Do I look like a racer?" The Pawnbroker questions him before Kassidy slams his head back into the glass, knocking him out.
"No, you don't," Kassidy answers him before walking out the door. Dom couldn't help but think about how hot and badass Kassidy looked taking the men out.
"Take care, guys?" Brian tells the men as he flips the open sign to closed.