All Chapters of GOLDEN BOY, BAD BOY: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

THE CHASEJake pressed down harder on the pedal. The engine started roaring as the car accelerated, weaving its way through the afternoon traffic with the black sedan trailing several car lengths behind.Ethan turned around on his seat. "They're still after us.""I know!" Jake exclaimed.Blake peered into the rear-view mirror. The sedan switched lanes. So did they. Blake's fists balled up. "Jake, they're catching up.""I can see that!" Jake gripped the steering wheel with all his might. He turned his gaze to the rear-view mirror once more. The sedan was gaining ground."Who the hell is this?" Ethan asked.Jake shook his head. "I don't know.""But you said that you've seen that car before.""I said I saw it outside my place.""And that wasn't important?""I didn't know that they were following me!"Blake bent over, placing his head between the seats. "Could they be the commissioner's men?"Jake looked at him. "Maybe."Ethan frowned. "But why would the commissioner threat us?""Maybe he

THEU HAVE JAKEEthan stared at the photograph. His fingers were totally numb in the clasp of the phone. For a few moments, he did not say a word. He could hardly breath.Jake was standing in the photograph; he was facing away from the camera just a little bit. But the two men who were chasing him earlier were standing behind him. Something was not right about the photograph. Jake was not struggling, or running, or anything like that. It seemed that he was just standing there, as if he was oblivious to the fact that his photograph was being taken."That is not possible," Blake murmured.Ethan slowly looked at him. "What?"Blake pointed at the screen. "Check the timestamp."Ethan's gaze dropped. It was taken thirty seconds ago.Blake swallowed. "We are outside now.""Yeah.""So whoever took that picture was inside with him."Ethan's heart hammered. "Then we need to go back."Blake immediately seized his arm. "No."Ethan looked at him. "What do you mean, no?""We do not know who those gu

THE COMMISSIONER'S MOVEThe commissioner stood in the middle of his office, looking out of the window at the parking lot below. His hands were clasped behind his back and he stared ahead in determination. It was almost an hour since the phone call which disturbed his peace of mind.Let them go.These words echoed in his mind. There was no explanation or discussion. Only an order.Over his twenty years career the commissioner had watched many criminals go to the courtroom and come out afterwards as the result of somebody more rich, powerful or influential managed to make the law bend before him. But this case was different. This time the commissioner had all the evidence, surveillance tapes, witnesses and two names connected to the crime – Aaron Thompson and Jake Sanders. And yet, they left the police station as if nothing had happened.The commissioner turned away from the window. His desk was full of folders, pictures, handwritten notes and printed reports regarding the drugstore inv

THE COMMISSIONERThe journey to police headquarters took place in almost complete silence. Aaron steered the vehicle with both hands gripping the steering wheel and focusing on the road, with Jake sitting next to him, and Ethan and Blake squished up close together in the back, hardly uttering a word in all of their minds.*COME TOGETHER. OR WE START WITH ETHAN.*Ethan looked at Blake, and Blake noticed."You alright?" he asked softly."Yeah," Ethan lied. Blake knew this, and yet he reached out and held Ethan's hand nonetheless. Ethan looked down at their clasped hands and gave a little smile before he faced the front seat, where Jake sat staring vacantly into the windshield."You think the commissioner will help us?" Ethan asked."He doesn't have any other option," Aaron replied without turning around."Seems like you're quite sure about this," Jake noted."I am." Aaron's jaws clenched. "The sheriff might have taken my money, but the commissioner didn't."The car remained quiet till t

THE DISTANCEThe detention supervisor disappeared from the door, leaving the room in the same awkward atmosphere she created by her arrival there. Ethan looked at his worksheet, already having answered the last question three times–probably, or at least, it seemed to him–that way, his glance involuntarily fell on the vacant seat opposite him. Blake's seat. For some reason, Ethan could not forget the fact that Blake had been there, and not only because of his detention, because Tom had spent whole forty-five minutes observing them as though it was a part of a detective investigation. It was because Blake seemed strange that day–quiet, calm, none of the arrogant tone of his speech, no mockery, no provocations, no grin that aimed to make people around him smaller. Just Blake. And this version of him scared Ethan more than the arrogant one did.He lowered his head and continued writing. Next to him, Tom sighed heavily. "You are thinking about him," he said.Ethan ceased his writing and