"Talk," said the cop. "Or I... «Zero Sum Game»

"Talk," said the cop. "Or I shoot you and break your pet out there."
Courtney. Shit. Stall. "Okay," I said. "What do you want to know?"
In the bathroom mirror, I saw the rising sun peek above the sill and through the almost-drawn curtains.
Specular reflection. Angles of incidence. Perfect. As long as the cop wasn`t going to fire blind, I had him. Hands still raised in the air in apparent surrender, I twitched my left wrist.
At the speed of light, the glint of sunlight came in through the window, hit the bathroom mirror, and reflected in a tight beam from the polished face of my wristwatch right into the cop`s eye.
He moved fast, blinking and ducking his head away, but I moved faster. I dodged to the side as I dove in, my right hand swinging out to take the gun off line. My fingers wrapped around his wrist and I yanked, the numbers whirling and settling to give me the perfect fulcrum as I leveraged off my grasp on his gun hand to leap upward and give him a spinning knee to the side of the head.
The cop collapsed, out cold, his face smacking inelegantly into the grimy bathroom floor.
I checked the gun. Fully loaded with a round in the chamber, as I`d expected. I gave it points for being a nice hefty .45 with an extended magazine, and points off for being a Glock. Typical cop. I hate Glocks.