At Last, Even Vodka Betrayed Me

"I'm sorry, big bro."

Watching the blond man in black and a black hat some distance away, one hand pressed to his chest and the other braced against the wall, blood at the corner of his mouth and disbelief written all over his face, the burly man, also dressed in black with a black hat and sunglasses, put away his gun. His feelings were complicated, but his voice was utterly resolute as he said,

"I'm a police officer."