I go to pull Eric's gun from it's spot in my waistband, but I spend too long desperately trying not to pull the trigger and blow my balls off. By the time it's out he's right next to me, a knife against my throat and the gun pointed way behind him. He's all up in my face. Smiling like every dumb cop he's met did the same thing. I can see his teeth, they're very normal for a psychopath's. I was expecting them to be larger.

"That wasn't a very smart thing to do now was it?" he gloats, pushes harder, I try not to taste blood in my mouth, because I know he hasn't broken the skin.

"Nothing I've done tonight has been very smart."