14
Surveillance
The sidewalk in the tiny downtown area was typically quiet. It was only at lunchtime that it became cluttered, and today was no different. People on both sides of the sidewalk emerged from their various places of business and walked in different directions, some of them stopping at a diner on the corner.
But Brock would take no such luxury. He was here for a purpose, a purpose he hoped would be unnecessary. Brock had had a bad feeling of late. It was a feeling deep in the pit of his gut that told him, somehow, that the woman he saved, Peyton Phoenix, was not safe. The trial of the surviving Lincoln Killer g**g member was not far off, and Brock knew any witnesses to the event would be targets. In his way of thinking, it was all too obvious that Peyton would be target numb
