My hands go up before the first officer breaches the door. I toss my gun across the room and fall to my knees. It makes me sick to my stomach to surrender, but running is pointless. I’d make it maybe ten feet before they turned me into Swiss cheese. Resisting would only give them justification to put bullets in me, and I promised Eliana I’d come home.
Cross my heart and hope to die. That’s what I told her.
The door explodes inward. Cops swarm through like hornets from a kicked nest, screaming contradictory commands over one another.
“Hands where I can see them!”
Two of them in head-to-toe SWAT garb snatch me and wrench my arms behind my back. They kick me to the ground and my face hits the floor hard enough to split my lip. The taste of blood floods my mouth as someone plants a savage
