Last night Jack and I were out for a late-night walk. It was peaceful, walking in the park, with the dragon flying around and whatnot; the air still, warm, quiet.
As we were on our way home we heard several shots from a semiautomatic weapon and then a car alarm. We looked at each other. The sounds had clearly come from the cemetery. Jack said that was very efficient. Neither of us had our phones.
I raced home and called the police within five minutes of hearing the shots, trying to explain to an officer where I had heard them. The cemetery has a new name. He couldn’t find either name on whatever map he was looking at, asking a couple silly questions. I explained exactly where.
All our windows were open. I heard one siren go toward that area when I was barely off the phone.
A couple minutes later, another siren.
That’s all I got.
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