It's a cool April evening, maybe fifty degrees. The sky is clear, and by the way the sun is setting, Everette guesses it to be almost sevn'o'clock. About twenty seconds later, he spots a pile of clothes. There's a brown zip-up sweatshirt, and his black baseball cap with the camera attached, along with three nine millimeter gun clips. Each of the clips is full, twelve rounds. He puts on the sweatshirt, zips it up, and puts on the cap. Everette puts the clips in his pocket, noticing the gun already has a full clip in it. He stuffs the nine millimeter in the waistband of his jeans, and continues walking.

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