He landed on his feet in a puddle of mud in the neighbor’s backyard. Like it or not, he was definitely getting too old for this. Of course, Tomas and his hit squad hadn’t helped either. He ran behind Mason and Jinx toward the neighbor’s side gate, noting the wooden doghouse in the corner of the yard. Great. The last thing they needed right now was yet another complication to their escape. The three men slipped through the gate into the front yard and slammed it shut, just as a German shepherd rounded the corner of the house. Michael stopped to catch his breath, bracing his hands against his knees, his lungs burning. “You okay, man?” Mason asked. “Yeah, but as soon as this is over, I’m applying for a job as a greeter at my local hardware store.” “Funny.” Jinx looked back at them like they were crazy. “Come on, man!” They made their way through the yard of a vacant house toward their parked car.
