Markus Cranor: A Narrative Fiction

Kit sat in the car with both hands on the wheel the engine off. He was outside suspected hiding place of an at large fugitive. Markus Cranor who held up a bank and shot three people during the robbery. They had gotten the rest of his team, but Cranor manage to get away. For a while at least. Now thanks to the brilliant minds of his good friend and the rest of the CSI team and science they were able to track possible places he might be. He sat outside one of those places in an unmarked car waiting for a sign of someone in the second story apartment. While he waited he checked his phone. He had two messages one from Olivia and the other from his older brother Grayson. Liv want to confirmed their plans of beer and terrible b-horror movies the …show more content…
This man would not get away. He had to pay for all those people he killed damn the money. Even if that was what the new chief was focused on. Finding where he had put all that stolen money was his top priority. Right now arresting him so his late friend’s wife could have justice was his. Finally he had Cranor corned. “Markus Cranor stop you’re under arrest for four counts of murder and robbery!” Kit shouted running towards the man and reaching for his gun. The man drew his own gun faster though and pointed at him. “Backoff I have no problem making that number five.” Kit did not backoff. “You’re going to jail.” Cranor laughed arrogantly the gun still pointed. “No, I’m not.” Was all he said before a pushed back the trigger and a blinding white light filled Kit’s vision. Something was wrong and felt like...well it felt like he was on top of someone. It was not just his imagination he actually was. A rather attractive looking yet oddly dressed blond male. “Oh my god I’m so sorry!” Kit scrambled off him and backing away. He then noticed that he was one not shot which was a good thing and two that he was in some field of some sort. Wait where in the hell was he?! “Am I dead?” He voiced aloud. He and well the man he fell on top were not the only people there. He saw to his relief, surprise, and maybe horror that his older brother and Olivia were also in the field. Before he could move or say anything some a