He had run so fast, with no idea if the men were chasing him, but he wasn’t prepared to stand around waiting for them to catch up. They were tooled up, and there were more of them. Jerell released his grip on Tyler then yanked up the garage door. He pointed the butt of his pistol at his Beamer. “Get in,” he ordered Tyler, nodding at the passenger door. They needed to get out of there and quickly. Tyler slowly climbed into the front seat. He was numb from the evening’s events and scared shitless of what Jerell was capable of doing to him next. He felt totally overwhelmed by everything that had just happened to him and, along with what Jerell had made him do, he couldn’t shake the awful image of Jerell shooting the man. Tyler had almost thrown up at the sight of all the blood that spurted out as he had watched the man grab his stomach before slumping to the floor in front of him. As Jerell opened the driver’s door and got into the motor, the boys that had followed them ran up to the entrance of the garage.
