Joey was a collector, after all.

Target: Silly Susan Shoemaker. His bid was set. His eyes on the prize. She was the last one needed to complete his collection. Patiently he waited for the moment where his victory would be evident.

Ah, the time was a hand. A quick pull of the trigger was all it took. Joey let out a sigh of relief. Picking up the shell, he placed it in the bag labeled “S.S. Shoemaker” and stuffed it into his coat pocket.

His collection was now complete.

Sirens wailed in the distance as Joey slid down to rest on the hot roof of the apartment building.