Showdown, New York style . . . (part 2)
(continuing on after this)
Shane leaned against the column of the church vestibule, watching the man in the cowboy hat enter Chelsea Park. Damnit, he had a woman with him! Was she a hostage, he wondered? She didn't look like she was afraid of him, but he did seem to be holding her arm very tightly.
His hand went to his left shoulder in a reflexive motion, reaching for a radio mic and finding nothing but the lapel of his suit jacket. Shane cursed under his breath - being a detective so far had left him out in the cold in more ways than one. No radio outside his car, no back up, and no way of knowing where the hell CPU One was in terms of tailing his suspect.
There was nothing for it, he thought, moving swiftly down the church steps and stepping out onto Ninth Avenue, crossing the street in between the traffic that still flowed, even this late at night. He drew his gun as he approached the darkness of the park - he didn't want a showdown with this cowboy, but the stakes had gotten higher. He was alone, and the suspect might have a hostage.
With one last glance around to see if he could spot his fellow officer, Shane stepped into the park.
Shane leaned against the column of the church vestibule, watching the man in the cowboy hat enter Chelsea Park. Damnit, he had a woman with him! Was she a hostage, he wondered? She didn't look like she was afraid of him, but he did seem to be holding her arm very tightly.
His hand went to his left shoulder in a reflexive motion, reaching for a radio mic and finding nothing but the lapel of his suit jacket. Shane cursed under his breath - being a detective so far had left him out in the cold in more ways than one. No radio outside his car, no back up, and no way of knowing where the hell CPU One was in terms of tailing his suspect.
There was nothing for it, he thought, moving swiftly down the church steps and stepping out onto Ninth Avenue, crossing the street in between the traffic that still flowed, even this late at night. He drew his gun as he approached the darkness of the park - he didn't want a showdown with this cowboy, but the stakes had gotten higher. He was alone, and the suspect might have a hostage.
With one last glance around to see if he could spot his fellow officer, Shane stepped into the park.