Ashford Thompson and his girlfriend are driving along Glenwood Drive on their way home with Patrolman Joshua Miktarian following behind. Thompson pulls into his driveway and Miktarian parks behind him. Thompson and his girlfriend remain seated in the vehicle as they’re aware a patrol car is in their driveway.
Miktarian walks up to the driver’s side door and raps on the window. Thompson rolls it down.
Thompson: May I help you officer?
Miktarian: Did I tell you to speak, boy?
Thompson: Excuse me?
Miktarian: Keep your mouth shut unless I ask you a question. Who is that next to you?
Thompson: That’s my girlfriend.
Miktarian: Hey Cheryl. Step out of the car.
Thompson: What? How did you… why do you want her to step out of the car?
Miktarian: What did I tell you about keeping your mouth shut? Okay, now you step out of the car too.
Thompson steps out of the car.
Miktarian: Okay, turn around and put your hands on the roof.
Thompson complies. At this point Miktarian removes his billy club and whacks Thompson across the back of his thighs with it.
Miktarian: Now you’re going to get what you’ve had coming to you. Kiss your ass goodbye.
Miktarian quickly reaches for his Glock model 17 but it is stuck in its holster. Thompson turns around and struggles with the officer. Still unable to un-holster his weapon, he succeeds in getting one of Thompson’s hands cuffed. Thompson is able retrieve his legally owned medium-caliber handgun from the inside of his sport’s coat. Afraid for his life, he fires four shots at Officer Miktarian, killing him.
Thompson to girlfriend: Oh my God! I told you there was a hit out on me! Now do you believe me?!
Wait… how did he know your name?! Did you have something to do with this?!
Girlfriend: No!.. I swear!.. I don’t know!
Okay, maybe you won’t consider the above a plausible scenario, but some other, maybe even similar, justifiable reason could have resulted in Miktarian’s death. And I’m realy bored today.