6.
I don’t hesitate to go after him.
Breaking out in a sprint, I head for the alley opening, dodging the innocent bystanders who block my path by running around them or simply pushing them out of the way. When I come to the alley, I stop and pull out my .45, thumbing off the safety. I gaze into the empty, shaded alley. Two tall brick walls flank me. Moisture and damp drip from numerous metal downspouts. Rusted, over-filled dumpsters occupy the long runway. I hear a noise and a commotion coming in the direction of the first dumpster. Raising the gun, I plant a bead on it. But that’s when I spot a rat the size of a house cat pop its head out, its nose whiskers twitching as it pushes aside an empty box and some newspapers, then jumping down into the alley, scattering off for the protection
