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I grabbed him by the arm and held him down, still looking through the binoculars. \u201cWait a moment\u2026let\u2019s see what they do.\u201d We didn\u2019t have to wait long. The front doors popped open and two men got out, both dressed in boots, jeans, and black jackets. They left the doors open and the engine running as one jogged toward the warehouse and the other stepped toward the flames.<\/p>\n

The guy nearest our position spoke into a cell phone\u2014the guy at the warehouse door drew a sidearm and clicked on a light, holding the first over the second, like a cop. But he wasn\u2019t a cop. I recognized the bullet hole in the Alfa\u2019s front bumper, the gleam of its brand-new windshield. It was the same late-model SUV that had chased us through the Bronx and into Manhattan earlier that day. \u201cYou recognize either of them?\u201d<\/p>\n

I extended the binos to Hagan. He swept one face, then the second. He hesitated. \u201cThe guy at the dock is called Fern\u2014short for Fernando, I guess. He\u2019s the boss\u2019s cousin.\u201d \u201cYour boss?\u201d \u201cRight. Or so they said. He came around sometimes. I didn\u2019t pay him much attention.\u201d \u201cThen he\u2019s overdue for a little correction. I\u2019ll take the guy at the fire. Meet back at the Alfa before the hose draggers arrive.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hagan squinted. \u201cFire department,\u201d I clarified. \u201cGo.\u201d He broke left. I rose from the shadows and jogged easily through the dead grass, boots crunching gray snow as my heartbeat rose. I had the APX in my jacket pocket, but I didn\u2019t really want to use it. Unsuppressed, the shot would carry straight across the Upper Bay.<\/p>\n

With the NYFD rolling in and who knew how many locals craning their heads toward the sound of that exploding diesel tank, I didn\u2019t want to add gunshots to the mix. As it turned out, I didn\u2019t need to. I closed to within ten feet of the guy, the rush of the fire masking my crunching boot steps and the dance of the flames keeping my shadow behind me.<\/p>\n

He held the phone to his ear and spoke in Italian, short and clipped sentences. He spat sideways and twisted toward the dock to shout at Fern\u2014Hagan had just reached the dock and my guy saw him. But he never got a word out. I hit him from behind, a boot to his right leg that shattered his ankle and sent him toppling, the phone falling. He went sideways and I swept an arm around his neck just as the first note of a scream burst from his throat.<\/p>\n

The sound died in place.<\/p>\n

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HARD TIME is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations are the product of the author\u2019s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher. OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS Inkubator Books Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Chapter 53 Chapter 54 Chapter 55 Chapter 56 Chapter 57 Chapter 58 Chapter 59 Chapter 60 Chapter 61 FREE BOOK About the Author Inkubator Newsletter Also by Logan Ryles OceanofPDF.com For Isaac – Regarding that thing in the desert with your motorcycle\u2026<\/p>\n

Sorry, still not sorry. Shiny side up, brother! OceanofPDF.com JOIN THE INKUBATOR MAILING LIST You will be the first to learn about new releases plus the many FREE and discounted Kindle books we offer! bit.ly\/3tpZe28 OceanofPDF.com I 1 stopped because I didn\u2019t have a reason not to\u2014and also, because it was cold. Not cold like Phoenix could get sometimes in the winter in the dead of a desert night.<\/p>\n

The cold of Upstate New York in January, only miles from the Canadian border, was another beast altogether. Bitter, biting, and lethal. It left snow drifts heaped against red spruce trees and choking the ditches of roads only seldom plowed. A sky perpetually overcast emitted barely enough light for me to drive with my headlights off. It was ten degrees, and the heater of my \u201867 GMC pickup barely competed with the numbness creeping through my boots and up my legs.<\/p>\n

I wore a jacket, a hat, even gloves\u2014I was still uncomfortable.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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