The Stone Monkey
“The children in the apartment.
The Ghost and Yusuf, masks over their faces and guns at their sides, were sprinting across Canal Street. He felt the rush of excitement he always did before a kill. His hands vibrated slightly but would grow still when he lifted the gun to shoot.
He thought again about Wu's daughter. Seventeen, eighteen ... pretty enough. He would— It was at this moment that a loud crack echoed through the street and a bullet slammed into a parked car just behind the Ghost. The alarm began braying.
"Jesus," a man's voice called from somewhere. "Who fired?" The Ghost and Yusuf stopped and crouched. They lifted their weapons, scanning the street for their attacker.
"Hell," came another voice. "Cease-fire!" And another: "Who the fuck—" The Wus too stopped, crouching down on the pavement.
The Ghost's head was swiveling. He gripped Yusuf's arm.
A man's voice cried through a loudspeaker, "Kwan Ang!
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