I’d gotten used to going out alone at night. If the Professor didn’t go, I went by myself or stayed home. Where we lived was safe enough. The only gangs around in those days were two and a half hours away in Fresno or on the other side of Merced. I was careful. I have this sixth sense about danger but there wasn’t anything that signaled this night could be different…

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