I FIRED ONCE into the air as I came onto the beach. Anyone who wasn’t already moving out of Kyle’s way started scattering now. His gait was erratic. It was possible he had a concussion, but my leg wasn’t doing me any favors either. I had never seen a chase like this one.
Some people were screaming; others were pulling their kids out of the water. Then, without a clear shot, I could only watch as Kyle reached down and plucked a small boy, maybe two or three years old, off the ground before his mother could get to him.
The woman ran right at them, but Kyle clutched her boy over his torso like a shield.
“Get back!” he screamed. “Get back, or I’ll —”
“Take me!” The mother was on her knees, unable to come closer or turn away. “Take me instead!”
“Kyle, put him down!”
He turned to look at me then, and I was close enough to see the calm coming back into his eyes. He had the bargaining chip he needed, and he knew it.
“You came here for me, not this boy,” I said. “Let him go! Take me.”
The poor boy was sobbing and reaching out for his mother, but Kyle just hitched him up a little higher and held on even tighter.
“I’ll need that gun back first,” he said. “No more talk. Just set the gun down and back away. Three. Two —”
“Okay.” I started kneeling slowly. My leg was seizing up, and I could barely move it now. “I’m putting it down,” I said.
But I didn’t trust that boy’s life to Kyle’s word. So I took the chance I had to take. I turned the gun at the last second and fired low. The boy wasn’t big enough to shield Kyle top to bottom. My shot caught him just below the kneecap.
He howled like a wild animal. The boy dropped to the sand and then scrambled for his mother. Kyle tried to stand, but he could get up only on one leg — and only until I shot that one, too.
He flew back into the sand, his chest heaving with pain. His legs were a bloody mess now, and it felt good. I especially liked taking him down with his own weapon.
I saw Bree then, running toward us with two uniformed officers. She pointed Kyle out to them as they came, and then ran straight over to me.
“Oh my God.” She put an arm around me to take some of the weight off my leg. “Are you all right?”
I nodded. “He’ll need an ambulance.”
“It’s on the way,” one of the police officers said.
Kyle’s eyes were closed, but he opened them when my shadow crossed between the sun and his face.
“It’s over, Kyle,” I said. “For good this time.”
“Define ‘over,’” he wheezed. His breath was ragged, and he was shaking with pain. “You think you’ve won something here?”
“I’m not talking about winning,” I said. “I’m talking about putting you away where you can’t hurt anyone ever again.”
He tried to smile. “Didn’t stop me the last time,” he said.
“Well, you know what they say. The only thing worse than going into solitary is going back,” I said. “But maybe it’s just an expression.”
For possibly the first time ever, I saw something like fear in Kyle Craig’s eyes. It lasted only a second before he snapped back to the same rigid demeanor.
“This isn’t over!” he croaked, but he was already talking to my back.
The ambulance was just pulling up to where we were, and I wanted to warn the EMTs.
“Take care of him first,” I said, “but you need to be careful. This man is extremely dangerous.”
“We’ve got this, sir,” one of the policemen told me. “And I need you to surrender that weapon.”
I handed it over a little reluctantly, and Bree helped me down onto a lounge chair, where I could still keep an eye on things. In the meantime she grabbed a towel and wrapped it tightly around my leg.