“I can’t tell if there are three or four of them.” Chaz whispered.
“I think there are four, you can tell by the reflection off of the van.” Telly said slowly.
“But there are only–” Chaz paused to take another pull off his Winston. “Three stains on the ground.”
“See that busted cinder block over there? That’s where the fourth one hit.” Telly said.
“That doesn’t explain the trail of saliva, or the hair on the wall.” Chaz said as he lit his cigarette with the previous one.
“Now tell me that’s not living foul,” Telly shuttered. “Will you put that out? You’re gonna get us pinched.”
“Piss off, will ya, just piss–off.” Chaz replied in an indifferent tone.