CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Riley stared back at Lawrence as she holstered her weapon and snatched her flashlight from the hobo who had picked it up.
“A Mercedes?” she asked. “What are you talking about?”
“Some of our guys picked him up in the train station parking lot. It’s real close to here, and he must have run straight there when I started after him. He was trying to drive off in the Mercedes when they nabbed him.”
Riley shook her hand to try to make the stinging pain from the punch to Dutch’s face go away. She knew she should get some ice on it, but none was readily available, and everything else seemed more important anyhow.
The hobos who had been so threatening just a moment before seemed docile now. Dutch, the one who had attacked her, was sitting on the ground moaning softly. One o
