A Breath in the Shadows

My arms were locked, handgun pointed steady into the dim corridor. Then, my pulse sparked. The cool, stagnant air of the garage touched my skin, real and sharp. Slowly lowering my aim, I stepped toward the parked squad car behind me. My gloved fingertips brushed against its cold, polished white hood, leaving a faint streak in the thin layer of dust. I am more than a frozen stance now. A subtle smile touched my lips as I took in the quiet shadows.