John Michael Strubhart

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His shoulder was bleeding badly. He cursed the cop, and he stood over him, and his blood dripped onto the lifeless shoulders, and he held the .45 out at arm’s length and squeezed the trigger again. The cop’s head gave a sideward lurch and then was still.
Cop Hater (87th Precinct, #1)
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