Excerpt from The Return of the Deadly Trio
There is a price to pay for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sometimes that penalty can be harsh or even fatal. On this chilly, fall afternoon the timing couldn’t have been worse for the unsuspecting traveler returning home to
Just after four p.m., a dozen or so cabbies
milled around the string of idling taxis on the west side of the 30th Street
“#3153 hey that’s my lucky number. Something good's gonna happen to me
today.”
The man slide into the back seat, as he was
about to close the door a tall, thin man distracted him. The man bolted through
the train station's doors clutching a silver, metal case.
“Hold that cab!”
The stranger with the long dark hair and foreign
accent had that unmistakable look of fear in his eyes. His voice trembled when he shouted. The desperate-looking man managed to get the
attention of the cab driver as well as the man in the back seat. The passenger seemed startled and mildly
confused. There were plenty of
cabs. He didn’t understand why the
stranger was in such a hurry until he noticed two angry-looking gunmen in hot
pursuit.
