CHARLESTON, W.Va. -- After ramming several police cars and surviving the first volley of gunshots, Brian Good tried one last time to push between the cruisers blocking his escape, according to the woman who was in the truck with him.
"He said, 'F-- yeah! We're getting out of here now,'" said Natasha Nicole Light.
But she said when Good started ramming the cruisers again, police officers shot him in the head and chest. Good died at the scene on Quick Road, as did Charleston Patrolman Jerry Jones, who was shot by his fellow officers.
Police say Good, 31, of Milliken, led them on a chase at about 9 p.m. Saturday, then was spotted again after midnight. After a second chase, with Natasha Light, 24, in the passenger seat of his pickup, Good drove his truck to the gravel lot where he was killed.
Natasha Light, her husband Jeremy, and Good were four-wheeling in Good's truck in the woods Saturday evening. Her husband and Good were longtime friends, but she said she'd just met him a couple of weeks prior to that night.
They met up around 6 p.m., she said. "We don't know what he was doing before six," her husband said.
As darkness set, Good and the Lights were still riding around, drinking beer and four-wheeling near Campbells Creek. When Jeremy Light got out of the truck to relieve himself in the woods, Good shut the door and took off for Charleston, Natasha Light said.
"I figured they were going to the store to get more beer," Jeremy Light said. He went back to Good's mobile home, which was nearby, Natasha Light said.
She said Good took her into Charleston.
She said she doesn't remember what they did in town, because of shock.
"I just remember driving back from Charleston and looking back and seeing a police car," she said.
She said she noticed the first police cruiser near Capital High School. When she looked back again, there were more police cars, and flashing lights.
"I can't remember everything that happened at that point," she said. "I panicked. I didn't know where we were going or what we were doing."
Light said she called her husband during the chase.
"I was screaming at [Good] to stop, stop," she said.
Light said she and her husband were not on drugs, but had drunk a couple of beers.
"[Good] usually doesn't do drugs," she said, "but I don't know what he was doing that night. ... He wasn't a bad person. He just wasn't himself that night."
She said Good told her to throw a jar of liquid out of the truck, which she did out of fear. She said he kept handing her flasks to throw out the window, which she said she did because he was screaming at her.
"What was I thinking when I threw that out? I was worried it was going to hit the police. He was my friend, but at that point, I was scared of him," she said. "The officer that got shot first, he was the first one chasing us. ... Brian was screaming all this crap at me."
The gravel lot
Near the intersection of Quick Road and Pinch Road, Light said, Good pushed her down to the floor of the truck.
"He did it to protect me," she said. "Then, he knew it was about to get serious.
"He said, 'Light is going to kill me.' He was talking about my husband. He was using it as a figure of speech," she said. "He was freaking out."
Natasha Light said that, from then on, Good held her on the floor of the truck. She could tell that they'd slowed and pulled off into the gravel lot.
Then, Good started ramming police cars.
"They started shooting when he hit the cars," she said. "He hit [the cruisers] three, four times. I mean, I'm feeling it. I'm still sore from where I got banged around."
Light said Good continued ramming the cruisers after the shooting started, ducking down in the seat and bobbing and weaving his head.
"A bunch of shots were fired," she said.
Then the shots stopped. Light believes that, at that point, the police realized they had shot their own officer.
That's when Good decided to try one last time to ram and push the cruisers out of the way, she said, and the police started shooting again.
When the bullets struck Good, his head went back, then his body slumped toward her, Light said.