A few more interminable minutes ticked by and I thought I heard a vehicle coming from the north. I strained my ears and pointed north. My two compatriots nodded to confirm what I heard. The noisy crow either grew tired of cawing or perceived that something was about to happen. It suddenly flew away. My breathing quickened upon hearing the distinctive scrunching of truck tires meeting gravel. The white pickup with the two suspects came out of the hairpin and slowly continued south towards the ambush. With shaking hands, I pulled the stun grenade out of my pocket. Holding it firmly in my hand,...