An army was behind us. The Devil’s Protégé’s were no more than a few feet away. They may as well have been a hundred miles away because I could not reach them in the time it would take for Johnny Simone to shoot me dead.
"Now calm down, Johnny,” Blake said, putting his hand in front of me to protect me, as if it were enough cover. We both knew it was not. “What are you planning on doing, shooting both of us?" Blake asked, and I had no idea how he was able to form words coherently with a GLOCK 22 facing both of us.
"Oh, that is exactly what I am going to do. You ruined my life. If I am going to go to prison for murder, then it will be for another couple of murders. I have no problem with that." Johnny Simone's dire purpose was cast.
The two cops who were supposed to be taking him to j
