CHAPTER 11
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His instincts led him in the direction of the children, but he knew the whiff he’d caught was not theirs. It was more of an odiferous person, a man. He knew it was Ponytail. And he had to have been somewhere, near the vicinity, hiding.
But this was another quirk in Logan’s brain. If he had smelled Ponytail, then he must have been in his dog form and didn’t know it. He looked to the merrily playing children, and then faltered his sights, took a deep breath and stunningly looked downward to visualize the sweaty palms of his nervous hands.
Bang, bang…
The double shots arose from across the street.
Logan ducked imperatively; the children scattered.
It was as if Ponytail could run no further any longer. He huffed and puffed as he had sounded off three more shots in Logan’s direction. He stepped into the street, still grasping the purse clutched under his arm, unloading the semi-auto in the broad of day.
Logan stayed low, ran along the bricks of the houses and walls to dodge the bullets. “What’s wrong with you?” he shouted, as pieces of brick and dust trailed him down the street, each shot just mere inches from hitting him.
Sirens emerged from what broadcasted like two blocks over. Great, thought Logan. Pamela had finally contacted the police and they were on the way.
Ponytail fired three more shots behind Logan before an about face, and a jolt for the next alley. In fact, he made it to the alley, turned back to look at his damage for a split second and smirked. Not a stranger to danger, he knew he still had a few extra seconds to make a clean getaway.
He had not been intending on sticking around, going down for petty theft and attempted murder with use of a firearm by a convicted felon. He’d attempted to make another step into the alley, but he was clothes lined by Thomas before he had the chance to duck.
Ponytail instantly hit the concrete with a thump, dropping the pistol.
He laid flat on his back, released the purse and pistol from his grips just as he got a short-lived glimpse of Thomas’s crumpled face and dark, sunken eyes.
Then, Ponytail passed out from the blow
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