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“O-Ollie?” My voice and my hands shake as I reach for my cell phone His skin is pale, and an o bike tire hits my ear

He grimaces “I’m here It’s hard to breathe”

Red flags wave as I punch in 911and place a hand on his shoulder

“911, what’s your eency?”

“Yes, I-I need help W-ere just robbed, and my friend was sh-shot in the chest”

“Where are you?”

“I-I’ street”

“Are the people still around?”

“No”

“Do you knohat they looked like?”

The question threw me “ITall, unkempt, dark hair Late twenties to mid-thirties I don’t know It was dark, and they were all in black Please send so balloon or a tire He’s pale”

“Help is on their way What’s your name?”

“Me? I-I’”

“And the gentleman’s?”

“Olliewhat’s your real name”