Just a City Boy (Midnight Train Series) Read Online Free PDF

thinking clearly and ready to make a change in his life. What possessed him to take Dave’s gun anyway?
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    He peeked under his hand at the table. Yes! Yesterday’s paper. He could use it as camouflage. The waitress saw him looking up and thought he wanted her.
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    He pulled the paper over and smoothed it out on the table, as if he was really interested in the latest bank foreclosure and jump in crime rate. Ha. Crime rate. The waitress came over again, and she stood in such a way that he was able to see the men’s faces. They weren’t looking around. Yet. The big one was trying to get the cook’s attention. The guy running the register was asking them if they wanted to sit down or not.
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    “Freshen your coffee?” she asked him.
    “Yes please,” he said as quietly as he could without causing her to have to bend over to hear him better. He held his cup up and she poured. The cook shouted something and startled her, and blistering coffee splashed out on his hand.
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    He wanted to scream from the pain, but anything unusual from his corner would get their attention, and he did not want their attention. He grimaced and tears sprang up in his eyes.
    “Oh my Lord, I am so sorry!” she said, grabbing her bar mop and dabbing at his hand. The pressure only made it worse.
    The cook shouted again, and with Colleen fussing over his hand, he looked up at the gang bangers. Two of them were pointing at the cook, and the man at the register was trying to calm everybody down.
    The third gang banger was looking straight at him, and he saw recognition flit across his eyes.
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    Zack looked down and pretended that he didn’t see him. Colleen poured ice water on a clean cloth she had in her apron and dabbed again. The ice water felt some better.
    He ignored the big black guy and thanked the waitress. He used his good hand to pull out a few dollars to leave on the table. If the cook could keep the Mickey Cobras occupied, he might be able to get out of here alive.
    Colleen hadn’t left his table yet. He looked up at her. “Colleen is there a back door?” he asked her in a soft voice. He smiled real big in case the gang member was still staring him down. He was trying to make like he’d never seen these three guys before and that he didn’t have a care in the world.
    She raised an eyebrow. “Sure hon,” she said and pointed her thumb behind her.
    There was a tiny wood paneled hallway with a restroom sign. And behind a big stack of boxes glowed an exit plaque from the sixties. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He slid out the door and hit the asphalt running. He figured he had about three minutes before the MC gang banger convinced the other two that they needed to come after him. The U. S. Army hadn’t taught him to run from a fight. But it had taught him to fight smart, and he was in no frame of mind to get into an altercation with three members of Detroit’s infamous Mickey Cobras.
    He looked back, and saw nothing. A good sign.
    He could add Greektown station to his growing list of stops he’d better stay away from. At this rate he’d be forced to use the DDOT to get around. Or get the heck out of Detroit and never come back. That would have been a great plan two days ago.
    But he had yet another problem. She was about 5’ 1” and weighed 120 pounds soaking wet. He had to see her one more time before he left. That might mean getting off at Grand Circus Park one last time. Maybe he should go right now, since the MCs were a known quantity in Greektown at the moment.
    After running for about three blocks between buildings and alleys, through dumpsters and around cars, he made it to the station. There was no sign of him being followed. Excellent. He had another day to live.
    He got on the train and rode it to Grand Circus Park. He got off with the intention of finding a restaurant called Lazy something-or-other. At the bottom of the steps he looked both ways. He could go left or right. He recalled her