Chapter 7
I fell forward against the Lincoln’s passenger door, then stumbled sideways when I tried to push myself upright again. My head throbbed like a bass drum. There was a whisper of wind against my left ear as something passed within an inch of it and a crunch, the sound of a fleshy impact against metal. The big car rocked with the impact.
“f**k,” from behind me; Musclehead’s reasonable reaction to punching a Lincoln Town Car.
“f**k!” Trouble squawked in fervent agreement.
My bell was still ringing too loudly to log an opinion, but my equilibrium was coming back. I pushed myself back from the car, managed to stay on my feet, spun to face the big turd who kept hitting me.
There were two of them, but only for a few seconds. I shook my head, blinked, and the two fuzzy muscle-bound m
