out, “Nothing, Officer, we were just hanging out. But now we’re heading on.”

“Then move on. Now!” The cruiser waited while the others hustled out the far end

of the alley. The black guy looked back menacingly at Rogers.

 

Rogers was walking past the cruiser when the passenger window came down. “What

was all that about?” asked the police officer. “I’m the bouncer at the Grunt.

That was about some punks not getting to drink beer and wanting someone to take

it out on. Namely me.” “Okay, I get that. Well, lucky for you we came along.”

Lucky for them, thought Rogers. “Thanks, Officer, good night.” Rogers walked off

and the cruiser pulled through the alley, following the other men just in case.

 

Roger got to his van and drove off.

 

His plan tonight was fairly simple.

 

The Grunt was closed tomorrow night.

 

So tomorrow night he was going to have a chat with Chris Ballard.

 

Chapter 32

 

PULLER PACKED THE last of his things in the duffel and zipped it closed. It was

like he had just zipped up the end of his life as well.

 

He had left AWOL with a family living in the same apartment complex. His cat did