Sunday afternoon I started the 12-year-old scene. Several children erupted into the tree-lined street. Their shock was like gunfire when everyone saw pop, pop, pop in the front yard. We ran on foot and stumbled as we chased a dog in the alley. “I won’t be taken alive!” said Steve as we lunged at him by a car parked near a store. He fled the scene and cut inside the store like scissors. A man and a woman were oblivious as he shot by them. We assigned everyone an area and surrounded him in the store. We moved toward him; he was in a state of shock. A worker in the store said “I’ve been here 18 years, and I’ve never seen anything like this.” We fled and ran to the house, not yet identified as late.