Going Onward for the Moment
When the shot went off and the red brick next to his head sang a whiny song of ricochet, Dexter Mancuso ran out of his sandals. At a dead run, he rounded the corner of a long, dark alley. Had his pursuer seen? Not quite halfway into the alley but certain the guy was about to come around the corner, he grabbed the rusted edge of a dumpster and vaulted himself into it. His left knee … Read more