The second gunshot didn't echo toward the sea; it was swallowed by the thick brick walls of the colonial cellar. In the pitch blackness that followed the explosion of the breaker switch, the muzzle flash illuminated the room for a microsecond long enough for me to see the heavy lead bullet tear straight through the shoulder of the man who was hammering an iron bar into Doctor Chaulo’s ribs.
The man let out a wet, bubbling shriek, his iron bar clattering loudly against the concrete floor as he stumbled backward, tumbling blindly into the darkness. The remaining attacker, hearing his two partners groaning and bleeding in the dark, lost his nerve completely. His heavy boots scrambled frantically up the concrete stairs, his terrified breathing fading away as he slammed the heavy wooden door s
