“Stay down!”
JJ’s heart pounded, and her eyes swam. She ignored the pain in her arm, raising her gun again.
“I said, stay down! And drop the gun!”
The man on the ground fell onto his back, hand releasing his service weapon. Yes, service weapon. JJ had shot a cop. s**t. She advanced slowly, gun still pointed at him. She kicked his weapon away when she got close enough, thumbed the safety on her own and tucked it in the back of her elastic waistband, hoping for the best. Goddamn sweats.
Kneeling by the man, she said, “Just relax and let me take a look. You think Marcus ran off? He’s generally a coward, but I’m not crazy about the idea of him shooting me in the back.”
The man tried to sit—or maybe he was just writhing in pain—while JJ pushed at his coat to access his wound. Roughly speak
