Bobby Ransom sat hunched over the steering wheel, the deflated airbag draped across it like a throw blanket. His nose was bleeding and his face slack. His lips moved, but I couldn’t hear him over the blaring horn.
I yanked him from the cab by his hair and threw him face down onto the pavement. The truck’s horn went silent, replaced by my fugitive’s groaning. I cuffed him and pressed my pistol to his temple.
“Listen up, asshole. I shot your brother. I’ll shoot you too if you don’t come quietly. Is that understood?”
“You killed my brother?!” he screamed, his voice filled with a mix of sorrow and anger. “Goddamned b***h!”
“After he tried to kill me and my buddy, you bet I did.”
“Why you doing this?” he whined.
“Listen to you, all sad and contrite like you’re an innocent victim in all th
