AMANDA

Boom!

The thunderous sound rang out. The pistol slipped from my shaky hand, and the cop stumbled backward, releasing me.

“Son of a fucking bitch, you'll pay for that,” He growled, reaching for his radio.

I heard him murmur something incoherent, like he was calling for backup, but that didn't stop me from bolting and sprinting as if my life depended on it. Well, it did depend on it.

Of course, the road wasn't empty, and the sound of sirens soon filled the night, followed by ...