He sat for a few minutes, and thought, nothing happening. This is dumb. Time to pack it up and go home.
But then he saw the little kid from the other day walking up the street toward him. On the same side of the street as the blue-gray Sienna. Harmless little kid. Helmet that looked way too big for him under one arm. Back-pack under the other. Maybe it was all okay. Maybe the world wasn’t gone completely to shit yet.
And then he heard the shots.
