The full force of a shotgun blast hit Williams in the chest. He crumpled to the floor, awash in blood. “I’m hit, Steve,” he cried to his friend. Colter ducked inside a side room. After a few moments he gingerly peered out. “I began to holler: ‘Maurice, Maurice. If you can hear me, say so’,” he recalled. There was no answer. He felt Williams’s pulse. The young man was dead.