Chapter 82: Like Gum on Your Shoe

The air reeked of blood. The punks who'd just been mouthing off froze, faces drained of color. One of them doubled over and retched at the sight of gore. They were street trash, not hardened killers, and had never expected to meet someone who actually took lives. They were scared out of their wits. Taylor Jauncy walked toward them, unhurried. They pressed themselves to the wall and stared in terror. "What did you just say?" He looked the bald one over with open distaste. The bald thug shook...