“Somebody is coming this way,” Leticia hissed. “We better see who the hell it is,” Trey muttered, staring at Sonny. “It could be the cops.” Sonny drew his Beretta and in a hunched stance, edging towards the windows but ensuring he kept out of sight from the street beyond. He hunkered down behind the door panels and took a peek through the window onto the street. “It’s some guy in a beat up old Beetle,” he hissed. “Looks like one of those guys you were with earlier.” “Which one?” Trey asked, cautiously making his way over to the front door. “Stay out of sight,” Sonny warned. “The street is still full of those crazy bastards out there.” Trey nodded and crept to the door, positioning himself alongside Sonny. He craned his neck and took a look out onto the main street. The dark blue VW approached, sending up plumes of sandy dust in its wake.
