Had made it all the way back to where I knew there'd be a blood trail. Sometimes, I was just too good. Hopefully my good luck would continue.
Further on up ahead I heard some rustling. Took my gun out from my pants and crouched low to the ground. Looking down the barrel of the gun I waited for whatever was coming my way.
He must've heard me too because he came out with his gun ready. Shit. Guess he's not going to buy the reporter gig anymore. Put my gun down at my side and said, "Guess that you're not going to be callin' me Lois."