“Take cover,” one of the cops screamed out. “Everyone take cover!”
Roland stepped forward, gaze darting around the scene as the cops scrambled behind their vehicles. Zoey lingered also, staring when one of the cops hurried over and pulled her behind his vehicle.
“Mr. Smith,” Zoey called out, but Roland didn’t flinch. He didn’t move a finger, just kept looking around and searching for the person who was shot.
Sounds of guns cracking echoed in the surrounding, all the cops pointing in the opposite direction as if searching for a ghost.
Roland lingered, but there was not a second shot, no sign that whoever had fired was still within the surrounding area.
The bantering and weighty adjustments continued until a sudden scream tore through the night.
“Help,” one of the officers screamed o
