He moved slowly down the supermarket aisle, his gun drawn. He was taking the call seriously, curious circumstances be damned.
Much to his surprise he found the details remarkably accurate – a young woman on the ground sitting against the soda cooler. In her left hand was a carving knife. In her right, her Siamese cat, Blue.
The officer kept his revolver level as he pleaded with her to drop her weapon and free the hostage.
He prayed she would listen to reason and let the cat go.
He knew how these situations ended.
He knew her life depended on it.
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