CHAPTER 12I took a deep breath. It was becoming very tiresome feeling a gun stuck to my head.
“Yeah,” I said. “Don’t you do anything stupid either. I’m going to reach into my coat pocket, and take out the money. I have a gun in my right pocket, but I’m not going to pull it.”
“Well, you better not, or I swear to God…”
Suddenly I felt the gun jerked away from my head, as my assailant’s feet began to thrash against the back of my legs. I whirled to see Jeff holding a young boy of probably seventeen off the ground by his coat.
“Damn you Nicky Gardner, you little turd-brain. Don’t you know you could get yourself killed pulling stunts like this?”
“Let me down Mr. Jeff, you’re going to rip my coat and my momma’ll tan my hide.”
I was ready to duck as the gun swung wildly in an arc as J
