“Tampa PD! Drop your weapon!” the officer screamed.
Gunshots followed. Glass shattered. Screams of agony filled the pool area. Within seconds, this sleepy little all-inclusive had been turned completely upside-down.
“Nine months of uncover work! All blown to shit! All because of some stupid fuck from New Jersey,” she cursed as she pinned fat Jacuzzi guy to the wet pavement.
Then she directed her ire squarely at me, the aforementioned Garden State resident.
“Get the hell out of here! Get out now before I put one right in your back!”
It was an invitation I didn’t need to hear twice.
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