Manhunt

Photo ©Jean L Hays

“Just the gas and a couple of questions,” said Fisk, flashing his badge.

Arvo nodded, barking “lleno!” to a Latino youth.  They walked inside and Arvo began rummaging under the counter.

Fisk scanned his surroundings, trained eyes alighting on the fresh crimson spray that was missed during a hasty clean-up.

He reached inside his suit jacket just as the first bullet struck, piercing his palm and shattering his right ventricle, the second ripping apart his aorta.

Agent Sipovitz was just registering events as the third 9mm bullet made a jigsaw of his skull.

“Gordo!” shouted Arvo, “We got wheels again!”