He left his car.  The front door of the store rattled.  Thompson walked toward the door and pointed his flashlight beam through the glass.

He saw Tommy Zeigler trying to unlock the front door from inside.  Blood was splattered  on Zeigler’s face.  There was blood on his shirt, especially thick around his left underarm.  He was calling, “Bobby, Bobby.”

Thompson ran for the front door and reached it just as Zeigler got it unlocked.  Thompson pulled the door open.

“I’ve been shot,”  Zeigler said.

In the corner of his eye Thompson could see Ficke standing at his left.  He handed the flashlight to Ficke and grabbed the wounded man, who stumbled out of the store.