man.
Gray hair.
Dark coat.
In brutal summer heat.
“SHOW US YOUR HANDS!”
Henry squinted toward the street.
He couldn’t hear them properly.
He lifted one hand toward his ear.
Officers shouted again.
A neighbor behind the police tape insisted,
“That’s him.”
But she had only seen the actual suspect briefly.
From a distance.
Dark jacket.
Gray.
That was all.
On the porch, Henry’s chest tightened.
He needed his medication.
He reached inside his coat.
Someone yelled,
“HE’S REACHING!”
The officers raised their weapons.
The sergeant looked at Mitchell.
“Send
