Chapter 2
Enter Deuce Gannon…
Ear-splitting sirens screamed while the smell of hot rubber on dirty asphalt filled the air. Revolving lights erratically painted the buildings with moving color as two cars went barreling down the dark city streets, one chasing the other. These swiftly moving vehicles spun out of control as they slid around corners and skidded through stoplights, barely missing pedestrians crossing the streets.
A dark-haired man driving the first car leaned out and fired his revolver at the cop car behind him, the blast knocking out the left headlight. Turning back around, he noticed he was nearing the Queens Bridge, which stretched over the East River. If he could get across it, he’d be home free, so he floored his accelerator, daring to go even faster. He kept his eyes o
