“I’m going in there. Maybe I can at least create a diversion so you can get a shot at him, Joe.” He started out across the street, when his cell phone rang. He stopped, and all the men took one step closer to him.John looked at the number and recognized it as Seeley’s. “Yeah?”“I don’t want anyone to do anything, Chief,” the man said. “I’m getting angry. I don’t believe you’ll let me go. I don’t deserve to have my life ruined like this.”“Look, Seeley, let me come in and talk. We can work this out. You don’t need to panic.”“Panic? I’m not panicked. I’m angry!”“I’ll do my best for you, Seeley. Right now, you accidentally killed a man. That’s not first degree. You’ve got bargaining power here.”“You bet I’ve got bargaining power; I’ve got Strand and your wife.”John began walking toward the house, the cell phone to his ear. He could see Seeley in the window, talking to him on the telephone. He could see the revolver in his hand as he wiggled the gun barrel up and down, side to side.
