Vended to Don Damon
“How—“
The rest of the words were snatched from my mouth just then, as a chain was suddenly thrown across my throat, tightening further as whoever held it behind me, pulled tighter.
Acting very fast, I managed to slip my fingers underneath the chain, struggling with the bastard, and as this went down, the man in a cast quickly scrambled to his feet and dashed into the street.
But he didn’t make it very far, because at that very moment, a sleek black car from nowhere, rammed into him, climbing atop his body, and a nanosecond later, a loud cracking sound followed.
The sleek black car sped away just then, and I knew immediately that this was a hit-and-run. A very intentional one.
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