“Oh, my God. That’s a cop,” Chloe screamed, as a uniformed officer got out of a tan unmarked police car.
“Shut up,” Eloy yelled. “Drive down there. We’ll pick up any leftovers.”
“I can’t! I’m scared.”
With the get-away cars blocked, the drivers began backing their vehicles and maneuvering through any space they could.
The scene in front of her reminded her of mice in a maze.
The operators were running out of the store and piling into any available crew ride.
He grabbed her right arm and squeezed it until she thought it would pop. “Drive down there now!”
She couldn’t move.
He pulled a gun out of his backpack and held it at his waist, the muzzle pointed directly at her. “I will shoot you if you don’t get this car moving.”
She shoved the gear into drive and stomped on the accelerator. The Toyota shot toward the mall.
“Faster,” he yelled.
As one of the get-away sedans fled, it clipped a crew member, causing the male to fall to the ground.
“Shit!” Eloy yelled.
The officer started running to the downed crew member.
Now, all but a few of the escape vehicles were gone and crew members were still streaming into the parking lot. Seeing the cop, they dropped their stolen goods and ran in all different directions.
Eloy held the gun with his right hand, while grabbing her arm and squeezing again. “Faster bitch!”
Chloe’s heart felt like it was going to explode from her chest.
The officer was almost to the injured crew member.
“Keep going!”
“We’ll hit him,” she screamed.
She lightened the pressure of her foot on the accelerator to slow the car.
At the same instant, he rammed the gun into her ribs. “Floor it!”
With his left hand, he grabbed the wheel and jerked it to the right.