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“Mike, Mike! What’s going on up there? Are you alright?” Melissa abandoned the call to Stevens, so she could try to find out what the new shotgun blasts indicated; she hoped it wasn’t a sign of something bad, though how it could indicate something good, she didn’t know. Her concerns grew the longer she waited for an answer.
It was almost a minute and a half before Black responded to the radio call, time in which he cowered behind the patrol car, afraid that the slightest move on his part would draw more fire from the murderer. “I’m uninjured, so’s Paul, but I’d hardly say we’re alright,” he said, speaking in as low a voice as he could manage to keep from being overheard. “We’re still using the patrol car for cover.”
“What were the last couple of shots about?” Melissa asked. “If you’r
