Many Bullets
Published by BEKKERpublishing, 2018.
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Further Reading: A Killer in New York: Thriller
Also By Neal Chadwick
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Neal Chadwick
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THE SIZE OF THIS BOOK corresponds to 37 paperback pages.
My killer came in all of a sudden. I hadn't even heard him come through the door. Steps. I waited.
I saw his silhouette. The big, bold nose - as straight and long as a gun barrel.
I saw the determination in the lines of his face. I was familiar with that expression. It was the absolute will to kill. The man held an automatic pistol in his hand. With a silencer - so it wouldn't make that much noise when he killed me. Because that's what he was going to do.
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My killer came in all of a sudden.
I hadn't even heard him come through the door.
Steps.
I waited.
I saw his silhouette.
The big, bold nose - as straight and long as a gun barrel.
I saw the determination in the lines of his face. I was familiar with that expression. It was the absolute will to kill.
The man held an automatic pistol in his hand. With a silencer - so it wouldn't make that much noise when he killed me.
Because that's what he was going to do.
Kill me.
I couldn't imagine any other reason to break into my apartment.
I'm pretty good with guns. But I still couldn't see the exact make. At the latest, when he fired a shot with it, that would change. But then maybe it was too late for me.
The man came a little closer. I hadn't noticed how he had gotten into my apartment. What do you mean? I was asleep.
A luxury you'd better not indulge in.
I stayed calm. I held the unlocked gun in my right hand.
When he saw me, he was more surprised than I was. Mostly because he got a couple of bullets in the stomach. I didn't give him a chance to pull the trigger once. Again and again I pulled the trigger. His body twitched. The face looked like a question mark become flesh, while his shirt was bloody. The projectiles emerged from his back and hit the wall. A mirror behind it went blind.
The guy collapsed. A single shot was fired from his weapon but went into the ground.
When I saw him lying stretched out in front of me, I breathed deeply.
I put the gun away. I was thirsty, went to the kitchen, took a glass of mineral water and drank it empty.
And then I heard the police sirens. I looked out the little window in the kitchen. In New York, rents are high and every square meter is precious. The kitchen was accordingly narrow. To be honest, I hardly ever used it. During my time with the Legion, I learned how to cook. If necessary, also with very simple means. In Chad, there was not always a good restaurant or at least a McDonald store around the corner. And I learned to eat things other people wouldn't even touch. But who eats everything, can survive everywhere. However. I looked out the window and thought, "The cops will be here any minute. Somehow I had it in my balls that the siren cars were on the way because of me.
And I also had the feeling that someone had done something pretty clever.
Damn, I thought.
But I guess I had to go through it now.
I took a cup of coffee out of a thermos. There had to be so much time.
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"Open the door! This is NYPD!"
"Yeah, sure," I said. "Just a moment."
I opened the door.
A plainclothes cop held his badge in my face. He was babbling something about shots being heard and someone alerting the police.
It's quite possible that someone had heard what had happened here. After all, I hadn't used a silencer.
"Lieutenant Rigder, New York Police Department," he said.
"He's in the living room. "I shot him after he broke in here and tried to kill me."
Rigder made a sign to his colleagues. They passed me by. A fat little man with huge ears was checking me for guns.
"I'm ticklish," I said. "And if you're looking for my gun, you should check the kitchen. It's on the sideboard with the drawer for the cutlery."
"You know the gun laws of New York are quite strict."
"I'm allowed to own a gun, but not carry it around in public," I said. "But these are my four walls. Not much, but I'm allowed to be armed here. And if I did'nt, this guy would have killed me!"
"All right, we'll take note of your statement."
"Listen..."
"At our station. They're only in the way here when forensics come."