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Rodolfo The Wolf Herrera rose slowly to his feet. He looked long and hard at the house for a few moments, satisfying himself that it was safe to move. Then, he ran. Exposed and vulnerable, he zig-zagged, to his left, to his right, then to his left again, as he raced across the clearing. When he reached the detectives’ car, he stopped and crouched low behind it, shielding himself from the house. He waited for a few moments, catching his breath, anticipating a barrage of gunshots from inside the house. When none came, he rose cautiously from behind the vehicle and looked at the house, the Ruger, c****d and ready, pointed at the front door.
His eyes, alert and focused, swung from the door, to both windows, and back to the door again. He saw no movement through either of the windows, and
