The hostage taker picked up the phone.
"Are you alright?"
The hostage taker sighed.
"Look, I get you have a script to run through, but we'll all get through this quicker if you don't try to build a rapport and just get me what I want."
There was a brief pause.
"Very well, what is it that you want?"
"Detective Gerald Anderson."
"I'm sorry?"
"He killed my wife. I want him to come in here."
"To do what?"
"Talk."
The sound of a shotgun being locked was audible over the phone.
Detective Gerald Anderson hung up and ordered the breach.
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