Proof The Bible Is True

Something bad had gone down. That was clear. Police and emergency vehicles jammed the parking lot outside the Fort Worth, Texas, McDonald’s. Officers took statements from traumatized witnesses. People huddled together. Parents held their children, weeping.

 

Detectives searched for evidence. Shell casings. How many shots had been fired? An APB was blasted out to every unit in the area. Man in a white shirt and black jeans. On foot. A crazed gunman. Still on the loose.

 

The scene was all too familiar. A reminder of how fragile life can be. One moment everything’s fine, boring, even, the next, total chaos, ending in unimaginable tragedy.

 

Or was it? Davage Armstrong’s statement told a different story. Five shots inside the restaurant. At least two more fired outside. But, as he told the skeptical detectives over and over, they wouldn’t find what they expected at the scene.

 

Go back just a few minutes earlier. An ordinary September evening, McDonald’s crowded with people enjoying a meal out. A young couple grabbing free refills at the soda machine. Teenagers sitting around laughing, devouring Big Macs and fries. Everyone blissfully unaware of the nightmare about to unfold.

 

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