LITMIR.BIZ

      Peter holstered his Glock and stepped away from the wounded teenager. Given the extent of the young man’s injuries, he probably wouldn’t survive.

      Peter’d had no time for guilt or second-guessing. If he hadn’t shot back, he’d be the one bleeding to death on the floor of the warehouse. And if the teen had gotten away, he would have been free to hurt someone else. The way he’d shot those kids in front of the Artemis Shelter.

      Peter took another look around the gang hangout. A few tables and chairs. Beat-up secondhand sofas clustered in front of a state-of-the-art plasma television. Some clubhouse.

      “Sorry, Detective. We lost the other suspect about two blocks away.” The officer was winded as he spoke, a testament to the chase he’d given.

      “The one you shot outside is dead. He’s one of the perps you were trying to find,” the second officer said.

      Two down and one on the loose. And with one perp dead and the other likely to expire, Peter would be up before a review board in the morning. Taking his gun out of his holster, he held it out to the young black officer. She hesitated, but he waved it at her. “You know the routine.”

      She took the gun and nodded. “I’ll hold it until CSU finishes.”

      “I’d appreciate that. Did you get a good look at the third perp?”

      Her answer was interrupted by the growing wail of an ambulance siren. It arrived in a rush of activity as the EMTs tried to stabilize the wounded perp.

      CSU arrived minutes after that, as well as his captain. Peter appreciated the older man coming down to the scene to offer his support. “Captain,” he said with a respectful nod.

      “You okay, Daly?” The older man reached into his jacket pocket, eased out a pack of cigarettes and offered Peter one.

      “Sorry, I don’t smoke.”

      Captain Fitzgerald smiled and slipped the pack back into his pocket. “Neither do I, but it helps some of the men, you know.”

      Peter doubted a smoke would help him deal with the fact that he’d killed one person and critically wounded another. He watched the ambulance pull away, and then turned his attention to the CSU people who were busy taking photos and gathering evidence.

      His captain tracked his gaze and said, “Did you have any other choice?”

      Peter replayed that moment in his mind, going over each step the perp had taken. Rewinding the scene in his brain again and again, but no matter what, the outcome was the same. “Perp was firing at us. He had Rodriguez and White pinned behind their car. I had no choice.”

      “And the second one?”

      “Firing from the doorway. They weren’t going to stop, Captain.” The two teens hadn’t stopped the other night when they’d shot those kids and they’d had no qualms about trying to add a few cops to their growing pile of bodies. The prints they’d found on the van had led them here, to young men who had rap sheets already pages long.

      “You’ll have to give a full report in the morning, Daly. Make sure you’ve got your facts straight.”

      “Yes, sir,” he said and motioned to the two uniformed officers answering CSU’s questions. “They’ll be able to confirm everything, Captain. I did it all by the book.”

      The captain grasped his shoulder in a gesture meant to reassure. “I have no doubt about it, Daly. You always do everything according to regulation.”

      Peter nodded, but the comfort from the older man’s words wasn’t enough. Following the rules only made it a little easier to deal with the fact that he’d killed two people. The day that it became easy, he’d turn in his shield.

      But for today, just as he had told his captain, he’d had no choice.