Chapter Twenty-one
“On the ground! Now!”
Thelonious had just finished loading his gear into his Mini Cooper when two sheriff’s deputies descended on him with guns drawn. The next thing he knew his muzzle was being mashed into the pavement as the stockier of the pair sat on top of him, ramming a knee into his back. He couldn’t breathe. It felt as if a grand piano had landed on him. Thelonious heard the crackling of a two-way radio. Suddenly he noticed several patrol cars parked at haphazard angles in the motel’s car park.
They hadn’t been there a minute ago.
At some point during the melee Thelonious’s deerstalker hat tumbled off. When he tried to reach for it, he yelped as something hard was jabbed into his side. “One more move and y’all gittin’ Tasered!” threatened the deputy on his ba
