the floor.
from floor level, the bottom of the mattress above us, the floorboards stretching away.
blood spurts as one gunman takes a hit in the ankle.
the other gunman is ducking out the door.
a bullet hit in the top of the fallen man's head.
the burning gunman zig-zagging into the darkness.
about a block away, a man with white hair is crossing the street, from the side where the sniper's shot came from.
a flight down, a hand slides down along the railing. bernie's trotting footsteps echo in the stairwell.
tracking. a canopy of leaves, sprinkled by sunlight. the boughs of the trees sough quietly in the wind.
the backs of frankie and tic-tac as they walk on ahead.
climbing and panning as we draw even with the head.