Sierra's POV
Once I spotted the person's shoes, I swung the shovel, hitting the man's head with as much force as I could muster. “Ah!” the man screamed.
“That serves you- Richard?” I dropped the shovel, letting it fall to my side.
I ran over to Richard, who held the back of his head, the very spot I had hit. He fell to the ground, groaning in pain. “I'm so sorry,” I said, holding his arm.
I frantically looked all over him. “Sierra?! Are you okay?” I heard Arthur's voice through the speaker of my phone.
I had dropped it earlier. Elvis picked it up and ran over to me. “Arthur,” I called out.
“What's wrong? Are you okay? Where are you?” he sounded panicked.
“I'm at an alley,” I said, looking around.
“What! Why?! Did something happen to you? Tell me where you are. I'm coming over,” I
