CHAPTER SEVENOnce they were outside the house, Reverend Johnson’s mien brightened. He stopped Lindsey before they reached the sidewalk. He put his hand on Lindsey’s elbow. He said, “What really happened to you?” He nodded at Lindsey’s torn trousers.
“Some kids.” Lindsey looked around. They were nowhere in sight. “Neighborhood kids. I thought they were going to kill me. Boy had an Intratec 9S.”
Johnson’s eyebrows bounced up. “You know your weapons.”
“At first I thought he was going to rob me. Then I thought he was going to kill me. But all he had was a toy. A water-gun. It looked real but it was just a water-gun.”
“Won’t be that much longer before he has a real Tec. Or something equally bad. Guns are flooding into the community, Mr. Lindsey. Who’s pumping them into the community and why
