Chapter Fourteen
With a sweatshirt covering the cuffs, and the muzzle of my revolver digging into his back, Teach and I headed toward the main entrance of Yankee Stadium, wading in with the sea of humanity. His captivity wasn’t entirely secured by a single set of cuffs, but it would at least slow him down if he decided to try anything stupid. He walked slowly in front of me, within arm’s reach. Talking constantly, trying to convince me I was being stupid, being duped.
Although not regretting my choice as we pushed through the crowds, claustrophobia crept into my senses, and paranoia had spooked me enough to alter my approach. Instead of charging through the main gate with the throng of baseball fans, we approached from a different angle. Gate 4 was an alternate entrance, more shaded and
