Instantly, he delivered a swift blow to Nathan’s head, knocking him unconscious. Shaking his head, he said,
“My, my. You have such a malleable mind.” He laughed softly to himself.
Instinctively, his fingers raced to the fallen officer’s clothes, feeling for any valuable possession. The wallet. The ID. The gun.
“Nathan, Nathan, falling for the words of a criminal.”
And he laughed wildly, feeling a small ounce of regret, for he spoke the truth for his reason. Turning to the feebly stirring Nathan, he aimed the gun at him, hissing,
“Lesson shows—don’t you dare fall for the words of a candy-coated criminal.”