Two Black SUVs Rolled Into My Aunt’s Backyard

a local wheelman and put a second man in the rear with what looked from my angle like a short shotgun. Homemade cut. Ugly. Dangerous at porch distance.

In my earpiece, Pierce said, “County ninety seconds.”

Too long again.

Tyler’s voice came back, thin but holding. “I’m at the porch.”

“Keep moving,” I said.

From the alley angle, I couldn’t see him, but I continue reading …