Chapter Ten
After twenty minutes negotiating traffic with the Manhattan skyline slipping further behind us, I became more determined than ever to find out what all this running was all about. I’d risked my life, narrowly escaped goons with really big weapons, and extorted a wannabe mobster—all for what?
It was midday and the scenery flashed past the window. Thoughts inside my head were making me dizzy. There were too many gaps in the storyline.
Time for a little show and tell.
I made a right turn through a rundown neighborhood. I didn’t know exactly where we were headed quite yet; Teach was being vague on the directions, insisting we headed north, but part of me felt as though it didn’t matter anyway. As long as we got away from the goon squad, the destination could be Canada for all I
