When the guy looked back at Matt and moved like he was raising his gun again, Matt fired three more shots, adding a fourth red blotch inside their car...By then, sirens were screaming and police cars were skidding to a halt, forming a perimeter around their cars. Setting his Glock on the roof of his car, Matt held his ID out the window with his right hand. Remembering that his Bluetooth was still on, he told the dispatcher, “I think I hit all four guys in the dark blue sedan. I’ll need an. Next!”Stacey gathered up his papers and headed out the door. The girls locker room was directly across from the office, but Stacey, too busy looking at his schedule, didn’t pay any attention. He simply walked in.Once inside, a woman said, “quickly now, mirror is over there, fix whatever needs to be fixed before I take your photo. Once I take it, it will be yours for the remainder of the year, even if you lose it. Your photo will be on file, so we don’t have to do this again.”Stacy didn’t even. She's hugging me, rocking back and forth with me and she's terrified. Because I'm supposed to be strong. I'm supposed to be the strong one. And I've only ever cried in front of her a few times, but they were never like this. My eyes are streaming and hot, and sobs are racking my body so hard they're like blows. And I just thank God I'm not making a sound, just these wet gasping noises when I have to breathe.Carly's stroking my hair and making soothing noises, but her heart's beating so fast I. ”“Okey dokey,” I said.She jumped into her Ford Falcon and the repairman started walking toward me with a tool bag in hand. I held the door and ushered him into the kitchen.“All I know is the oven won’t work,” I said. “I’ll get you one of the ladies of the house to explain more and answer questions.”“Okay, I’ll start taking a look.”He looked like he was in his mid-forties; a clean-cut guy who was probably married with 2.4 c***dren—mister average American. The embroidered name tag on his uniform.