Gunshots again

Two months passed. I was awakened at 1:30 a.m. by the sound of four shots. They were near and of small caliber. I was too frightened to move for a moment, then I bolted out of bed, went into the hallway and looked out the upstairs window that gave me a view of the back yard and alley. All was quiet. Holding onto the handrail, I went downstairs and looked out the dining room window to the street in front. There were lights on in the house across from me. I saw no one in the street. I gingerly opened my front door and looked out. I saw no one.

I called 911. I gave my address. “I just heard four gunshots. I looked outside but I don’t see anyone.”

“What direction did they come from?”

“I couldn’t tell.”

“Okay, there’s a squad up in your area. I’ll tell them to keep a look out. We had a couple other calls reporting gunshots.” I went back to bed.