Alley Behind Hok’s Museum

Narrow daytime alley presses against Hok’s Museum rear wall, marked by a fresh hole that Kehoe conceals with a pushed trash container—calm cover for forensic delay. The overhanging roof serves as launch for Indy’s desperate leap onto a slowly rolling Ford sedan; aged metal screeches as his legs punch through the roof into the passenger space, sparking chaos and flight. Gritty confines blend tactical quiet with violent intrusion.