Page 66 of Reaper's Rival

I looked up from my pages, frowning at Daniels. “What? Did the engine light come on or something?” I didn’t know the last time this thing had been serviced.

“Worse. Cops.”

I turned to look out the back, seeing the flashing lights. Fuck me.

I dropped my book and undid my seat belt. Reaching into the back, I grabbed the first gun my hand landed on and loaded it with ammo.

“Do we pull over, chase, or kill them?” Daniels said, sounding like he needed my input.

“The van’s plates will lead straight back to Dad. That’s why they will be pulling us over.” I snapped the gun back together.

My phone started ringing. I knew who it would be but I answered anyway, putting it on loudspeaker.

“Abby the plates got ran on the van, are you being pulled over?” Dad’s voice was gruff and rude, but I heard the panic.

“Yeah, we are.”

“You still loaded?”

“Yep.”

“Fuck.”

“Don’t worry, I’m handling it.” I whacked Daniels on the arm. “Pull over.”

Daniels eyed the gun in my hand and then back at the flashing lights. “You sure about this, Abby? Killing a cop-”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ARE GOING TO KILL A COP, ABBY?” Dad’s voice roared from the phone, cutting Daniels off.

“That’s plan B.” I muttered. “Look Dad, I’ve got to go.” I hung up. “Pull over, Daniels.”

Daniels shook his head but indicated. “You sure about this?” he said, pulling the van to a stop.

I nodded my head, watching in the mirror as the cop got out. Just one. I can handle one.

As soon as he went to Daniels’ side of the car. I slipped out and rounded the van. I heard him ask for Daniels’ license and radio for backup when I walked up behind him and pressed the gun into the back of his head.

“You are going to do exactly what I say,” I said calmly.

“Put the gun down, miss.”

I pressed the gun closer to his head, leaving a mark. “You decide whether this is your last day on the job or if you want to go home to your family.”

“The pay isn’t worth dying for. What do you want?” The cop automatically gave in. Good. I liked it when things went easy and my way.

“Cancel the backup.” I lowered the gun. “And I promise you can drive away from this.”

He pressed the button on his radio. “This is 214 canceling the need for back up on the western highway.” I waited for his answer when they asked if he wanted further details on the van. “Negative. It’s just a girl. All handled.”

I lowered the gun completely. “Thanks. You’ve made my day better.”

The cop turned around. “You won’t get away with this.” He pointed to the car. “You are being recorded.”

“I’m planning on wiping that. And you are going to show me how.”

“I’ll lose my job!”

“Lose your job or your life? You pick.” He really shouldn’t have pulled us over.

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