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feeling that I was being watched.  I rested the comic book on my chest and glanced around my room.  Suddenly, I was startled by a pair of flaming red eyes peering at me from a shadowy corner.  "Who's there?"  I hollered while promptly erecting myself.  When my eyes got acclimated to the dark, I could suddenly make out his inky silhouette standing before me.  His black ensemble blended in my dark room.  The figure sauntered into the red light that seeped through my tattered window blinds from a vertical neon sign fixed to the liquor store across the street.  He was towering.  His body was veiled by a long cloak that flowed over his shoulders.  The bottom of the cloak was disposed on the floor in a perfect crescent.   His identity was concealed by a black mask that outlined his chiseled jaw line and broad nose.  "The Legend?"  I inquired.  The superhero from the comic book I just read?  He posed in the light and continued to stare at me with those flaming red eyes. 
    "Who are you?"  I asked.  He gently raised his hand to his head and clenched his mask.  Just as he was about to reveal himself, rapid sounds of gunfire reverberated off my walls.  It startled me awake from the dream I was just having.  I quickly realized it was coming from the front of the apartment building.  I plunged to the floor and inquisitively scrambled to my window. 
    A brand new white 2003 Cadillac Escalade careered down the street as a rear passenger was p oised out the window gripping a fully automatic AK-47.  The hustlers shooting dice in front of my building took cover behind parked cars.  Once the onslaught ended, they all scattered.  Some fled into the building, others up the street.  For a second, I thought the gunshots were intended for me. 
     
    Six months have passed since I pointed out Hoytsworth in the photo lineup.  However, I have not heard from Detective Bernhardt since.  I haven't received a subpoena to appear in court.  I no longer see Hoytsworth around either.  My inquiring mind wants to call the detective and ask to be updated.  Then again, it might be best just to put this whole thing behind me. 
    In those six mo nths, Lolani and I drew close; relationship close.  She’s officially my girlfriend.  She has invited me to her parents' house for dinner one night.  She's a youthful rendering of her mother.  Her father is very particular about the company his only daughter keeps.  However, I think I managed to gain his acceptance.  In the course of time I will introduce her to my parents.
    Every Thursday at five fifteen Lolani routinely springs into the dry cleaners.  I glanced at the creeping hands on the analog wall clock.  She'll be making her appearance any second now.  While anticipating her arrival, Mr. Delancey suddenly asked me to take the trash out to the dumpster in the back alley.  Of all time he waits until Lolani is scheduled to come in.  I raced through the back door, hurled the trash bag into the dumpster and made it back to the counter just as she walked in.
    "Hey Duane!" Lolani greeted.  She's sporting a white spring dress with orange accessories correlating with her shoes.  She clenched her outfits with her left arm and aimed a cellphone at me with her right hand.
    "Lani, what's up?"   I gasped.  She set her clothes on the counter while continuing to aim her cellphone at me.
    "You like my new phone?" She inquired
    "I guess.  Why are you holding it up like that?" 
    "Because I'm recording you.  It has a built in video camera.  Isn't that cool?"
    "Lani, c'mon, put the phone away."   I directed while playfully trying to snatch it out of her hand from behind the counter.  She smirked and jerked back just enough so my fingers were out of reach. 
    "C'mon, smile for..." She was suddenly interrupted.  The storefront glass door violently swung open causing it to shatter as it collided against the wall. 
    "YOU THOUGHT WE FORGOT ABOUT YOU MUTHAFUCKA!"  A gunman barked while