Chapter 8“Holy s**t," panted Joe, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I thought that guy'd never give up!"
Beside him, sacked on the asphalt of the alley, was Crank. Crank was dripping with sweat from the chase, and was wheezing and hacking uncontrollably. His rolls of flesh rippled and pulsed as he frantically gasped for breath.
"Y-yeah...," he puffed, "...that d-dude runs like...a b-bat ...outta' hell..."
For a few minutes, neither of them said anything, and the only sound in the alley was their diesel rasping. Outside the mouth of the alley, a car swept by, then another; Joe jumped when something scraped a trash bin. He goggled crazily around, wondering if maybe it was Benny, still chasing them. As he searched the alley, though, and saw no sign of the madman, he relaxed. It seemed l
