Chapter Six
The problem with luck is it has a tendency to change at a moment’s notice.
Teach and I cleared the abandoned building and made it a couple of blocks from the armed team pursuing us, but there was no time to relax. The men were out of sight, but not earshot, a distant rumble, a threat in the air, the constant reminder of our pursuers.
We had to vanish for a while. Lay low and find our bearings. We hurried around the outside of a parking lot, across a quiet street and headed west, following the signs to Saint Mary’s Park. The roads were quiet in this neighborhood. Approaching the crosswalk, we kept our heads down and moved parallel to a pair of low rise apartment buildings, hugging the outer fence.
But sometimes lady luck is a hooker, and you’re fresh out of cash.
We turned
