Chapter Sixteen
Lance was becoming increasingly apprehensive. Since the officers had made no response to his threats, he decided that he would tell them again. Perhaps they didn't hear him the first time, he thought. He surveyed the multitude of officers and patrol cars. He held the gun toward Erika with his left hand and proceeded to crack the window with his right hand. Lance turned and looked toward the passenger side window. Erika had inconspicuously maintained her grip on the door handle next to her. She quickly pulled the door handle and attempted to bolt out of the car. Lance grabbed the sleeve of her shirt with his right hand and fired a shot with his left hand! The shot went off in the air! Erika's shirt sleeve ripped out of its seam. She stumbled out of the car onto the ground!
