I heard women screaming and several more shots fired. I turned my head as best I could and saw, under the car, that Greg was hunkered down on the other side, beside the front tire. I watched as Greg crept back and peered under the car. When he saw me looking at him, he breathed a sigh of relief and gave me a thumbs-up.
“Take it easy, kid. Help will be here in a minute,” he said, just loud enough for me to hear him.
I tried to move my arm to motion to him, but pain shot through my shoulder. I couldn’t move it. I ended up nodding. Greg moved forward and returned to watch the front door of the donut shop.