screamed something and the car swerved, then righted.
Normally Darwin would bring his hands up to pull on the offending arm around his throat. Instead, he flipped the safety off the weapon, aimed the gun and fired a bullet out the side window beside Kirk’s purpling face.
Wind swirled around the backseat, tossing Kirk’s hair around. The pressure from Scott’s arm didn’t decrease. If Darwin didn’t do something soon, he would lose consciousness and lose his chance at freedom.
He turned the gun and pointed it at Scott’s elbow, making sure if he had to fire the bullet it would go clean through and not hit himself in the shoulder.
His vision darkened around the edges and his lungs screamed for air. Before his strength left him completely, he pulled the trigger.
Scott screamed in his ear and the arm dropped from his throat. He took in a huge breath as his eyes watered and regained their clarity. Williams was breathing again, but in short gasps. His lips were purple but his face was coloring.
Darwin tried to tell the driver to pull over, but his voice broke when he opened his mouth. He pointed to the side of the road with the tip of the weapon. The driver understood.
Scott had fallen backwards onto the glove box where he cradled his arm trying to hold the blood in. He moaned like a child with a skinned knee.
The Crown Vic slowed and pulled onto the shoulder near the Sheppard Avenue exit.
“Now,” Darwin said and then cleared his throat. “Get out and leave your gun on the floor.” His voice was hoarse. Darwin turned to the driver. “You too. Gun on the floor and leave the keys in the ignition.”
He leaned back to cover both of them.
“Exit the vehicle on the passenger side only,” he said. “Anyone who fucks with me gets a bullet. Do not piss me off today. It is not a good day to fuck with Darwin.”
He lunged across Williams and pushed open the door on Kirk’s side. Then he shoved Kirk’s shoulder until he fell out sideways, the whole time watching as Scott exited the vehicle, still holding his arm. The driver got out and stood by the back door.
“Can I help Williams?” the driver asked.
“Get him to the grass over there,” Darwin said.
He rested the gun on the back of the seat as the driver put a hand under Kirk’s shoulders and half dragged him away from the car.
Scott’s face had gone white.
“You’re going to be okay,” Darwin shouted at him over the noise from the traffic racing by. “Tell the driver that I want Kirk’s jacket and everyone empty their wallets of cash.”
Scott didn’t move.
At any moment the Ontario Provincial Police highway patrol could pull up and it would all be over. He had no patience for Scott. He turned the weapon, aimed it at Scott’s foot and pulled the trigger. The bullet kicked up dirt not an inch from Scott’s toes.
“Shit, I missed.”
Scott jumped and started to run away.
“Hey, I will shoot you in the back.” Scott stopped running and nearly fell. “Get me Williams’ jacket and I want the cash. Do it now or you will die on the edge of this highway.”
Darwin kept the gun trained on them as he pulled the backseat door closed. Then he crawled over the seat and dropped down into the front. Scott had made it to the driver and Williams, who was looking a lot better. The driver helped him out of his jacket and collected cash from all three wallets.
Then he took a few steps toward the vehicle.
“You aren’t going to shoot me too, are you?”
“Do you want to be shot?” Darwin asked.
He shook his head violently. “I’m just the driver.”
“Bullshit. FBI don’t have drivers. You’re either an agent or RCMP. Now bring me everything I’ve asked for. After that, walk back to them. Do that and you will not get shot. You have my word.”
He moved closer. At the open passenger door, he extended his arm, set the cash
Normally Darwin would bring his hands up to pull on the offending arm around his throat. Instead, he flipped the safety off the weapon, aimed the gun and fired a bullet out the side window beside Kirk’s purpling face.
Wind swirled around the backseat, tossing Kirk’s hair around. The pressure from Scott’s arm didn’t decrease. If Darwin didn’t do something soon, he would lose consciousness and lose his chance at freedom.
He turned the gun and pointed it at Scott’s elbow, making sure if he had to fire the bullet it would go clean through and not hit himself in the shoulder.
His vision darkened around the edges and his lungs screamed for air. Before his strength left him completely, he pulled the trigger.
Scott screamed in his ear and the arm dropped from his throat. He took in a huge breath as his eyes watered and regained their clarity. Williams was breathing again, but in short gasps. His lips were purple but his face was coloring.
Darwin tried to tell the driver to pull over, but his voice broke when he opened his mouth. He pointed to the side of the road with the tip of the weapon. The driver understood.
Scott had fallen backwards onto the glove box where he cradled his arm trying to hold the blood in. He moaned like a child with a skinned knee.
The Crown Vic slowed and pulled onto the shoulder near the Sheppard Avenue exit.
“Now,” Darwin said and then cleared his throat. “Get out and leave your gun on the floor.” His voice was hoarse. Darwin turned to the driver. “You too. Gun on the floor and leave the keys in the ignition.”
He leaned back to cover both of them.
“Exit the vehicle on the passenger side only,” he said. “Anyone who fucks with me gets a bullet. Do not piss me off today. It is not a good day to fuck with Darwin.”
He lunged across Williams and pushed open the door on Kirk’s side. Then he shoved Kirk’s shoulder until he fell out sideways, the whole time watching as Scott exited the vehicle, still holding his arm. The driver got out and stood by the back door.
“Can I help Williams?” the driver asked.
“Get him to the grass over there,” Darwin said.
He rested the gun on the back of the seat as the driver put a hand under Kirk’s shoulders and half dragged him away from the car.
Scott’s face had gone white.
“You’re going to be okay,” Darwin shouted at him over the noise from the traffic racing by. “Tell the driver that I want Kirk’s jacket and everyone empty their wallets of cash.”
Scott didn’t move.
At any moment the Ontario Provincial Police highway patrol could pull up and it would all be over. He had no patience for Scott. He turned the weapon, aimed it at Scott’s foot and pulled the trigger. The bullet kicked up dirt not an inch from Scott’s toes.
“Shit, I missed.”
Scott jumped and started to run away.
“Hey, I will shoot you in the back.” Scott stopped running and nearly fell. “Get me Williams’ jacket and I want the cash. Do it now or you will die on the edge of this highway.”
Darwin kept the gun trained on them as he pulled the backseat door closed. Then he crawled over the seat and dropped down into the front. Scott had made it to the driver and Williams, who was looking a lot better. The driver helped him out of his jacket and collected cash from all three wallets.
Then he took a few steps toward the vehicle.
“You aren’t going to shoot me too, are you?”
“Do you want to be shot?” Darwin asked.
He shook his head violently. “I’m just the driver.”
“Bullshit. FBI don’t have drivers. You’re either an agent or RCMP. Now bring me everything I’ve asked for. After that, walk back to them. Do that and you will not get shot. You have my word.”
He moved closer. At the open passenger door, he extended his arm, set the cash