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Goodbye, Detective.”
     
    Jake’s life flashed before his eyes. He always thought it was just a Hollywood catch phrase. He remembered graduating from the police academy, meeting his wife for the first time, mourning the death of his father, getting married, getting his detective shield, and both of his children being born. The only thing he could feel was the total resistance of his lungs to take in air. He struggled with all his might, working his mouth frantically to try and scream for help, but couldn’t make a sound.
     
    Tears clouded his vision but he saw the man quickly leaving the garage and heading outside the house. Jake kicked his legs around, trying to find anything he could use to raise himself up on. The cars were too far away and his foot did nothing but slide across the smooth surface. There was nothing he could do.
     
    His face began to turn blue and his vision was once again fading to black, “This is the end,” he thought. In his last sliver of consciousness, he heard a loud crack, felt himself dropping, and then heard a noise that sounded like every single object in the garage was falling over at once, drowning out everything else.
     
    Then, almost as quickly as it had left him, the world reappeared. The lights of the garage were on, and his wife had sat him up and was struggling to take the noose off his neck. She tore the duct tape off his mouth and he spat out the cloth gag. Jake coughed and gasped, still struggling against the duct tape which bound his hands together.
     
    “Oh thank God, you’re alive!” Heather cried, “I heard the crash, and-and when I ran in here and found you – I th-th-thought you were dead.”
     
    She buried her head into his chest and bawled. The rope was still loosely around his neck, and had left a deep purple mark all the way around it. Breathing was incredibly difficult, but he was astonished that he was still breathing at all.
     
    “A guy came in…” Jake was barely able to grunt out, “Hit me over the head with that –“ He motioned with his head towards the crow bar. “He forced me to do it. I would never do it on my own. You have to know that.”
     
    Heather nodded her head between sobs and buried her face in his chest. Jake looked around. Everything was spinning, but he could see that the leg on his workbench had broken under his weight. Like dominoes, everything on the shelves from paint cans to boxes of nails had fallen off and onto the floor.
     
    “Thank God…for poor workmanship,” Jake said as he tried to laugh, but barely managed a raspy wheeze.
     
    Heather grabbed a utility knife up off the floor. She had used one before when helping out with some of the many weekend projects they were always finding to do around the house. She slid the blade forward and nervously cut the duct tape binding Jake’s hands. As soon as his hands were free, she handed him his trusty Glock. Jake was still shaking, but managed to check the weapon and get to his feet.
     
    He could hardly believe what had happened. It was like a nightmare come to life. He held his side and propped himself up on the hood of the Crown Vic. Wearily; Jake placed an arm around his wife and began to stumble forward. With a little assistance from Heather, Jake headed back inside the house to guard the children. She had already phoned the police, and they would be there any minute. Jake would have been proud of his wife if he had seen her in action. She had grabbed the gun out of the safe first and her cell phone second. She had told 911, “Officer down!” over and over as she tried to get them to arrive faster once she found Jake bound and bleeding on the floor of the garage.
     
    Thankfully, it looked like the man had left. Perhaps he got spooked by the amount of noise kicking the ladder over had caused or was just convinced that Jake’s death was imminent. Whatever the reason, Jake was glad the man had fled and that his family was safe. He guided his fingers tenderly around his