Street.
Ponytail Merrick Lucas heard phone ring—turned looked alley, raised two fingers.
Side—two youths shoved Miles into car. Other two pulled shotguns from coats, rack bolts loud.
Black leather jacket man nervous looked Merrick. “No one saw me right? That trouble.”
“Someone see—kill him.” Merrick reply, waved gun-holding two.
Gun-holding two got instruct—instant spread position, shotguns raised walked alley.
Merrick followed behind, pace calm.
Silent alley heavy footsteps rose. Two gun-holding youths advanced about ten-plus meters—turned looked left, saw building back wood plank door open, inside little light leak.
Merrick licked lips forward—first signal two companions no move, then side face scanned door inside—sudden pulled door handle.
Door open—gust oil smoke smell came. M
