It was late Saturday night, about an hour and a half before they would go off shift, when Zack quickly pulled the squad car into a parking place along a dark street and turned off the lights. They had just gotten a report that three men matching the descriptions of Rob’s attackers had been spotted in the area.
“According to the guy who called it in, they were seen heading into that alley—” Zack pointed, “—right after two of the guy’s friends, who planned on bedding down there, did.”
“Let’s hope we’re not too late,” Darren replied. They got out, silently moving to the alley. When they reached the entrance, they heard a shout, followed by a cry of pain and malicious laughter.
At Darren’s signal, they raced to a dumpster halfway down the alley. Two men stood there, holding baseball bats. A
