Two days after a suspicious explosion in Chinatown, Crow and Earl rode side-by-side, slow and easy, saddle leather creaking in rhythm with the swaying rumps of the horses. The sun warmed their backs.
“Earl,” asked Crow, “how do you figure on what Virgil told us last night?”
“If his information is right, there"s a gang war going on over territory. The explosion the other night has shaken everyone. We need more information, but we can"t get it by showing our badges.”
“I agree, so we hide these tin stars and try to blend in?”
“Yes, I think we should continue looking for Isaac and Reese and let Virgil and the police take care of their problems in Chinatown. If they don"t find a way to stop this gang war, more people are going to die.”
“When we get back, let"s talk to Virgil. We"ll start t
