Immediately after the scream cut off, a series of pings surrounded the outside of Frankie’s home.

"Get down," Frankie yelled as he ran past me, headed in the direction of the gunfire. At first, I ducked down like I’d listened to him, but then my senses caught up with me and I was on Frankie’s heels by the time he made it out of his office.

Frankie’s steps came to a halt in his living room and I followed suit. If he wasn’t running into the gunfire, no way ...