Lucas paused to look over his shoulder. When he was certain no one was following him, he turned back and pulled his coat tighter around him. The weather was unseasonable warm, but he couldn’t shake the chill that had stayed with him since leaving the apartment.
He’d always tried to stay out of trouble and didn’t know why he’d drawn the ire of the local gangster. This only happened in the movies and not to good people like him.
Screeching tires broke the silence as a van stopped next to him and the side door opened and rifles stuck out.