The wailing sirens outside were all I could hear for the last half hour.
Who figured that a convenience store stickup would get this much heat? I guess after 10 years doing these jobs, we should've been a lot more prepared.
I was behind the counter opposite from the front door, a good distance away. My running man Johnson was in the back room with a hostage (the shop owner) and a small grocery bag of around $2000.
We didn't have any intention of killing the bastard, this was just a revenge plot gone wrong.
The cops used their megaphone.
“The longer you wait, the worse it'll get for you boys. Let the man go, we can talk about this!”
I sure as hell wasn't gonna surrender. You gotta be a moron to surrender when you've got a record like I do.
I figured wouldn't be long until they storm the place, so I crawled to the back and whispered to Johnson.
“Johnson you've screwed me several times with your shit planning but it ain't landed us this deep in shit before”
Johnson was a whole lot calmer than me, despite having a foreign shopkeeper’s life in his hands. I could see the mix of fear and sadness in the shopkeeper’s eyes.
He was eyeing the backdoor for an escape, though cops could easily be out there.
“Your trigger finger is still working ain't it? Quit complaining and watch the door!”
He had a point, he might be the one to get us into these situations but we always get out of ‘em, why should this time be any different?
But the situation grew tense, and we had to move.
“J, I think we ought to risk it and take the back. We're screwed”
He nodded then stared coldly at the shopkeeper.
“You don't show yourself to those cops until five minutes pass, or our next visit is gonna be a lot worse.”
He left the guy and we made way for the door.
Johnson crossed his heart for whatever hope it gave him, and opened the door slowly.
“Coast's clear” he whispered, I followed him out. We both had our hands on our pistols just in case.
We went the opposite route down an alley to avoid the cops, didn't think to cover all exits. Typical small town cops.
We were nearing the end of the alley. No sirens to be heard, seemed like we were home free.
I saw a shadow approaching and loud steps were getting louder, my heart was racing, I raised my gun in a jerk reaction, shut my eyes and fired 5 bullets blindly towards the steps.
Silence. I opened my eyes, Johnson stared at me, jaw dropped in shock. Then I heard it.
I've heard and seen it all and it never got me, but this sound shook me to the core as I dropped my gun and fell to my knees.
It was the screams and cries of a child.