“No sudden movements, and raise your hands slowly above your head!” a man hissed. As I did what I was told, my legs were kicked out from under me and I slammed, face first, into the road! A knee was pushed into the side of my head, pressing my face down so that the pavement bit painfully into my cheek. “Don’t even think about moving!” “I … I won’t,” I stammered. A second set of feet appeared and a bright light was shone into my face. “He’s just a kid!” the second voice exclaimed. I heard the car door open and the sound of more shoes on the pavement. “George?” Without being able to move my head I looked up as best I could. It was Bill! “Let my son up!” There was my mother, standing right beside Bill! Instantly I was pulled to my feet, and my mother wrapped her arms around me. “Everybody, into the car,” Bill barked, and I was swept off my feet and practically tossed into the back seat. Bill climbed in behind the wheel and the engine roared to life. We swerved away from the curb and raced away.
