This posting features Chapter 61 of my ongoing action novel, The Day of the Gun.
From outside of Room 336, Officer Marsh screamed into his radio. “Shots fired. Repeat: Shots fired.”
Police officers from all corners of the hospital descended on the room with as much dispatch as each could muster. The guard chatting with the nurse/undercover officer had not seen Tremblor enter the room; he was momentarily surprised. Drawing his gun, he bounded to the door ahead of the others.
Captain Marsh appeared within 30 seconds. Threading his way through the crowd, he stood outside the door. Two Alabama patrolmen from the state’s well-regarded SWAT unit stood beside him. One man held a portable battering ram while his colleague hoisted an acrylic shield in front of their faces.
Scott Petty and Vincent Fazio had been waiting patiently in their Lakeland, Georgia, offices. They came on the radio frequency as soon as the dispatcher rang through. Their voices were muffled by static for a moment, but then it cleared.