Chapter 4:A Goon’s Convention The goons had me flanked: one across the street, one to my left, one to my right. They looked straight out of central casting. Hard jaws, spiky hair, leather jackets and stiff Levis. They eye-balled me like I was the next task on their busy agenda; picking their moment. Not in front of the police building, but waiting for me to move off along the busy street. They looked like street toughs, not professionals. Anyone dressing like a professional was trying too hard...
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