Alexa and Curt sat in a lane of thirty cars waiting for
Border Patrol to allow them into the country. Less than 24-hours ago, her
family had been attacked by unknown thugs. Now here they were, waiting in line
to get their revenge. And while it would have been ideal to fly to their
destination, which was also Curt’s suggestion, Alexa wanted to be able to get
in and out as quickly as possible.
Showing posts with label Manuel "El Cerdo" Garcia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Manuel "El Cerdo" Garcia. Show all posts
Sunday, January 28, 2024
Prologue: One False Move
It was quiet again but, Detective Dennis Fuller knew that
wouldn’t last long. Like the proverbial calm before the storm, he suspected his
assailants were repositioning in order to surround and trap him before the
bullets started flying.
Ducked behind a concrete wall, he watched as the blood finally
stopped leaching from his CI’s head. Sprawled in the middle of the street like
roadkill, his body was riddled with bullet holes from the ambush and it was
only a matter of time before the same thing happened to him.
Shit! He needed to
get off the street. Detective Fuller took a look around the area, counted down
from five and made a mad dash toward the loading docks. Jumping the fence, he
entered through a backdoor and quickly located a place to hide.
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