But as far as he could tell, no one in the house took notice. Wayne used the truck for cover until it was midway down the drive and passing a stand of pink oleander. He dove and rolled and crawled in a training ground sprint. By the time Julio pulled up at the front door, Wayne was on the house’s other side between the bougainvillea and the concrete side wall. The bougainvillea had thorns like a cactus that sliced through his shirt. But he couldn’t pull away. Because right then he spotted the first shooter. The man was inside the house and moving fast. Wayne tracked him past three windows. Wayne still wasn’t sure how the game was going to play out. But he knew he had to do something. Standing there with a thorn in his rib and the heat pounding his head and shoulders, the clearest sound was of the clock ticking. Julio whistled his way up the walk. The chains he wore for a belt jangled with each step. His jeans flopped over his shoes. He rang the front door bell. Wayne waited until he was certain the man was not going to answer the door.
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