Chapter 8 The Heat
Jeff was having trouble focusing on the sign the officer was holding up outside the door. It was very hot. He had stripped off his shirt and crawled out from under the tarp, not caring any longer if he was seen. He lay down on the bare floor, it was cool and felt good against his skin. He closed his eyes. He didn't care what the officer was trying to communicate to him.
Before he could process the smell of smoke, he heard the gun shot and cried out softly, terrified that Bogg had been hurt. But it was nothing to what he heard next. He started sobbing, and he couldn't stop himself when he heard the automatic weapon begin firing. It fired continuously, perhaps a hundred bullets were fired before it stopped and Jeff's cries went unheard because of the noise.