Vince let his friend’s head fall to the side and scanned the area. It was a quiet neighborhood with tree encrusted houses on one side and Waterfall’s cemetery on the other. The sky was just beginning to lighten the sky to the east. Crickets chirped behind him in the distance, oblivious to the shroud that had fallen.
The cemetery was as silent as the concrete angels that watched over it. Vince dared not move and yet he couldn’t stay where he was. He scanned the horizon again, hoping for some clue that would help him decide.
There! A flash of black on black. A shadow danced precariously close. He watched as it slipped ever near, but never close enough to see. The shadow knew his position. He was painfully aware he was unarmed, and with Josh dead, outnumbered. He tamped down the fleeting thought of his fallen brother in arms and watched. He could only watch. And wait. And hope he got a break.
The shadow flitted to another stone. It looked like a sleek black panther as it stole across the manicured lawn.
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