The Fear of Killing a Cop

"I didn't think I had an enemy to kill anyone, even over something as evil was exploitation. But like so many other things in life, I was wrong." The bear man walked over to the rear door of the car and lowered himself down so he could peer through the sun glare on the window. He saw my gun, and he saw it, pointed at him. "As scared as he looked he somehow managed to look a hundred times as fearful when he asked me if I was a cop".