Capin could hear the fireworks over the rumbly din of the Gary before he could see what was happening, the disturbingly familiar patter of automatic gunfire. Somewhere not too far off, sirens were echoing down the streets. The police were on their way. Enry’s grip into the metal beneath him tightened as the train rounded the corner. He knew the people in its cars were all plastered nervously around the windows, waiting for the scene to play out. Suddenly things were quiet.
Two smaller cars had penned in a large Black SUV. The dapper detective couldn’t make out any distinguishing marks on the larger vehicle. Well, anything besides the bullet holes riddled across the side of it. There were quite a few. Whoever parked it there, abandoned it there.
The smaller cars were a different story...Read More