As a thunderstorm rolled through Levy late on a Tuesday night, Rock lay in his back-bedroom bed. He tried to watch a cops-and-robbers shootout on a black-and-white television he didn't know he owned, but the loud thunder interfered with the show.
There was something else, too. Voices from his dead neighbor Tom's backyard and perhaps, yes, gunfire. Real gunfire. Rock was suddenly filled with panic.
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