They waited, the final five minutes dragging on endlessly. Johnny paced the alley his attention constantly drifting back to Mace. His injury was severe, even fatal if untreated but instead of nursing his wound and protecting his life this young man was standing in an alley at three in the morning bleeding to death to rescue Jess. But Mace loved that crazy girl, and he would die to protect her.
Mace had become very flush, and Johnny was astounded that he could function normally. He moved as if he could not feel the throbbing in his side, as if he had not been shot earlier that evening. Mace checked his watch for the hundredth time. He seemed even more impatient than Johnny. Checking his weapon one last time Mace moved toward the rear door of the club. “Closing time.”
Johnny pointed at Sas
