“Oh my God,” I whispered to myself.

The robber was wearing a black hat, but his face was uncovered, which I thought to be a bit strange. “Wouldn’t he want to conceal his identity?” I wondered.

He had been looking around, quickly glancing back and forth from left to right. But now he looked straight forward and saw us.

He grinned. A vindictive smile, as if he was feeding off our fear. I knew no good could come of this, when he tightened his grip on the gun, and raised it toward us.

“Get out of the way!!!” Kevin yelled as he pushed Joe in the back.