Chapter 39: Wiped Out

Shane Yale sat by the river, letting the breeze roll off the water while he took in the view. He hugged a steaming King Crab and cracked away at it with gusto. Then seven or eight men drifted over. Their hair came in every color imaginable. Tattoos sprawled up their arms and necks. They might as well have had the word thug stamped across their faces. At the front strutted a bleached blond with big buckteeth-Benji. He wore a gaudy floral shirt with the buttons undone, a dragon head tattoo glaring...