Valerian motioned for the firefighter to bring the ladder to him. "Don't touch her," he said. Slapping the guy's helmet off, the two men engaged in swinging punches at each other. "Stop hitting me back, save me, my skin getting a frying sensation." Smoke puffed from the window. Brice scanned the street, noticing Arcadio disappeared from it.
Good distraction, Brice thought. Yet he knew where to look for him. Valerian so stupid he would fall to his death thinking that guy going to save his life any better after hitting him and Khalilah just as foolish. She couldn't find a towel or something. The neighbors gathered to watch the fight, one with the shotgun moved in front of the crowd.
"Forget him," he yelled. "Let's kill Arcadio, he shot the kid yesterday." The crowd followed him in a frenzy. Two neighbors bang against Arcadio's door while the other one used his shotgun to break the window.
Brice tried to reach the front of the crowd, wanting the first piece of Arcadio. He grunted shoving neighbors. Realizing he wasted his killing energy, he gave up and circled around back. He pulled his gun and cracked the back door, crawling through the trash on the floor. He halted near the living room.
"I kill you this time, Constance," said Arcadio.
"Let me get my gun, this one is out of bullets," Arcadio said, throwing his down.
"Pop. Pop." Thud.
"His woman killed him," the shotgun neighbor unlock the door. Crowd had been satisfied leaving with grins and cheering their neighbor with the shotgun. Brice got off the floor to check out Arcadio's body. Bullets through the forehead, Brice thought.
"You can't bring him back," said Constance. "You're staying to be arrested or you're come with me."
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