Nothing Good is Free
The Good Fight Sequel
Matthew R. Horn
Published by Brighton Publishing LLC
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Chandler, AZ 85225
Copyright © 2012
Cover Design by Tom Rodriguez
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Jeff walked into his apartment and threw his duffel bag on the couch. He moved easily through the darkness, dodging a table and the counter as he made his way to the kitchen for a bottle of water. The light from the refrigerator cast an eerie glow through the apartment. He went into the living room and drank the water by the window overlooking the city streets below.
Jeff placed the empty bottle on the windowsill and carefully pulled his shirt off, exposing deep bruises on both shoulders. In the moonlight, he scanned each shoulder, shaking his head in frustration. Another night had turned ugly, very quickly.
He had left work carrying his gym bag and taken the red line south to the Forty-Seventh Street exit. From there he had walked west several blocks before finding a quiet spot between two houses to change into the suit. A detective had tipped him off about a drug deal that would take place at a small, private school sometime after seven o’clock that evening. He didn’t want anyone to be hurt, but unfortunately one of the kids in on the deal was his nephew, so he couldn’t get involved. This is where Jeff came in: he could stop the deal without anyone being arrested. The detective had said that his nephew would be wearing a blue coat with a large letter “C” on the back.