Colby Vs. Colby
Chicago's South side Tuesday, June 4, 9:48 p.m. "And there she goes," Jim Colby murmured as he watched the young woman dart across the dark, deserted street. "Victim number three is in position."
Sam Johnson moved his head from side to side. "How can these kids be so gullible?" He just didn't get it. With the news reporting way too often on the dirty business of runaways being sold into slavery, he just didn't see how anyone could be so oblivious to the dangers. And yet it was happening right in front of his eyes, as he sat watching from a beat–up Chevy Impala.
"Time to shut these scumbags down."
Following Jim's cue, Sam exited the passenger side. The vehicle's interior light had been disabled to ensure they weren't spotted by anyone watching the street.
Using the vehicles parked along the block as cover, Sam stole halfway up the block before pausing to survey the situation once more. Jim had taken the direct route to the office building abandoned by day and used for criminal rendezvous by night. Jim would put in a call to Chicago PD for backup as soon as he verified that all known players were in position. The Equalizers could tag ... read full excerpt from Colby vs. Colby ebook
