Chapter 11
It was late and Barry had just emerged from Emmet Park and was crouching in the bushes that faced East Bay. His breath was short and labored as he looked up and saw a man who seemed to be just about his size stepping down from the curb on the other side of the street.
Barry looked both ways to make sure no one was around.
When the man reached the sidewalk, he darted out of the shrubbery, and knocked him out cold with the butt of the gun he’d taken from the guard. He dragged him into the bushes, and when he came out, the dirty gray uniform had been replaced by Khaki trousers, a blue and beige striped shirt, and a Redskins jacket. He felt around in the pockets and found a wallet, credit cards, and lots of cash.
He looked at the driver’s license and murmured, “Sonny Edwards.”
