Chapter XXIVOcean Springs, Mississippi
April 12, 2012
“…And I couldn't get my handcuffs off because I had to swallow the key. So when I got out of the van and this slab of meat,” Ace jerked a thumb at Bobby, “saw I was still in restraints, he just walked up like a stereotypical robber and asked the officers escorting me for a light. He hit them with, what do you call these?” He held his arm up horizontally and punched.
“A hook,” Eddy supplied.
“He hooked both of them in the jaw before they could even answer the question.” Ace looked at Bobby with exaggerated adoration, held his hands over his heart. “You're my hero.”
If Bobby had lighter skin, he'd have been blushing. He remained quiet, embarrassed, heroism not being his thing.
Eddy laughed. “I love it! So he took their keys and uncu
