LINDSEY
Seven gangbangers followed her into the laundromat and blocked the doorway. An eighth remained outside to watch for police. Lindsey didn’t know who they were or why they were there, but the people in the laundromat, mostly college kids, quickly took notice. She did a headcount and saw a dozen students, including four girls and an elderly man who ran the place. The man was helping two of the boys get a dryer to work when he stood up tall and frowned.
“You fellas got laundry?” asked the old man.
“Yeah, we got laundry,” answered the g**g leader, a tall, muscular teen with bad acne. “What’s it to ya?”
A girl in the back of the store immediately took out her cell phone and dialed. She turned away from the g**g members so they wouldn’t hear what she said, but it was apparent she was
