15
Off The Grid
Brock’s experience told him it was dangerous to hang around town, but he just couldn’t bring himself to leave. Cops were everywhere. The incident at the biker bar had garnered national news, and now, the cops wanted an arrest.
But today, sitting in his apartment, he spoke to himself. “Why do they care that I killed those assholes? The girl needed help, and I helped her.” Seeing that poor girl attacked brought up repressed feelings that he’d thought were long buried. But what scared him more was the unexpected knock on the door. Brock jumped up and yanked a Glock from his waistband.
Who the hell is that? he thought. No one even knows who I am, much less where I live.
“Come on, compadre,” a raspy, guttural voice said from the other side of the door. “I know you’re in the
