CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Darren let out an instant short but loud scream of pain. He staggered backward.
“The bastard shot me!” He touched his stomach.
He rolled fast and picked up the gun and fired a shot. Karl had run for his life. Darren fired several shots touching his stomach. He followed Karl but stopped and kneeled to check blood. He poked a drop of blood. He smiled.
“You are good but just not the best,” he whispered checking his wound.
A woman screamed that alarmed everyone. She kneeled at the man laying in the road. She removed her scarf and tried to stop the bleeding. The man tried to speak, but she covered his mouth.
“Save your energy. Help is on the way,” said the woman.
The man instantly died. The sounds of the sirens startled the woman. Darren cursed nursing his wounds. He qui
