Shot Heard ’Round the Block
Someone Was Nearly Killed Outside My West Adams House. Who Else Noticed?
Last month, I was pulled out of my descent into sleep by a shotgun blast from outside my window. I don’t know how I could tell it was a shotgun, but it was unmistakable. I ran to check on my two girls. Both were still asleep. Then I ran to a darkened room to look out the window.
Nothing. No people. No bodies. No barking dogs. Had I been dreaming?
Then I saw him. A man. Walking down the sidewalk away from me. Not fast, but purposeful. Carrying a shotgun. The barrel …
