I STARED INTO Mrs. Vetter’s ice-blue eyes until she broke the spell. She turned her head to the side and cried out, “Hans, do what they tell you!” As she turned her head, the yellow shawl dropped away. My heart bucked1 as I realized that there were two people sitting in that wheelchair.
Mrs. Vetter was sitting in her son’s lap.
“Hans, do what they tell you,” Vetter mimicked2.
The chair rolled forward onto the lawn. I saw clearly now. Vetter’s huge right hand was on the chair’s power controls. His left arm crossed his mother’s body, and he held the muzzle3 of a sawed-off, double-barreled, twelve-gauge shotgun hard against the soft underside of his mother’s jaw4.
I lowered my Glock 9 and forced a level of calm into my voice that I didn’t remotely feel.
“Hans, I’m Sergeant5 Boxer6, SFPD. We don’t want anyone to get hurt. So just throw that gun down, okay? There’s a safe way out of this situation, and I want to get there. I won’t shoot if you put down that gun.”
“Yeah, right,” Vetter said, laughing. “Now listen to me, both of you,” he said, pointing his chin at me and then at Conklin. “Stand between my mom and the cops. Now, drop your guns, or people are going to die.”
I wasn’t afraid. I was terrified.
I tossed my gun to the ground, and Conklin did the same. We stepped in front of the wheelchair, shielding Mrs. Vetter and her wretched son from the SWAT team at the edge of the lawn. My skin prickled. I felt cold and hot at the same time. We stood locked in this horrifying7 vignette as the smoke around us thickened.
With a muted boom, flames broke through the windows at the front of the house as the living room flashed over. Shards8 of glass exploded into the front yard, and sparks rained down on our heads. Conklin held his hands out so that Vetter could see them.
He shouted, “Vetter, we’ve done what you said. Now, drop your damned gun, man. I’ll take care of you. We’ll surround you all the way in, make sure you’re okay. Just put down the gun.”
There was the roar of the backdraft and then the whine9 of sirens as fire trucks neared the scene. Vetter wasn’t giving up. Not if I was right that the wild glint in his eye was defiance10.
But Pidge had given himself no exit.
What the hell would he do?
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adj.快v.(马等)猛然弓背跃起( buck的过去式和过去分词 );抵制;猛然震荡;马等尥起后蹄跳跃 | |
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v.(尤指为了逗乐而)模仿( mimic的过去式和过去分词 );酷似 | |
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n.鼻口部;口套;枪(炮)口;vt.使缄默 | |
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n.颚,颌,说教,流言蜚语;v.喋喋不休,教训 | |
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n.(玻璃、金属或其他硬物的)尖利的碎片( shard的名词复数 ) | |
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n.挑战,挑衅,蔑视,违抗 | |
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