His hooded sweatshirt had been ripped apart by bullets, his stomach covered in blood. The figure in the red shack ducked back inside and out of sight. It sounded like he’d run out of bullets. At the same time, it was very possible that he had another weapon.Dan held his position behind the door of the Buick.At the sound of gunfire, he’d instructed the girls to stay down in the backseat. He peered behind him to make sure they were all right. Sandy’s face was wet with tears; her lips trembled.“Who’s in the shack?” he asked.“It looks like Reginald. But why would he do this? I don’t understand.”“Maybe he knows we’re here for the car. Maybe he’s found what we have inside, and he’s putting the pieces together. Whatever the case may be, we need to get inside, and we need to get that food.”“I’ll talk to him. This must be a misunderstanding. He must’ve mistaken Charlie for—““I wouldn’t trust him, Sandy. I know this man. The way things are right now, there’s a good chance he’ll shoot you the way he did to Charlie.
