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“Why not? Green Hornet had someone drive him. So did the Shadow.”
“And they both sucked. If there’s a motorcycle I’m riding it.”
“Fine. We still need a name, though.”
“How about the Albatross?”
“Can’t you take this even a little seriously? This is a big deal—for both of us.”
“Yeah, sure.”
I see the guy lurch out of the alley in time to shove Melanie back. He has a gun in his hand, an old revolver that might not even work. He holds out his other hand. “Money. Now.”
I glance over at Melanie, who doesn’t have the terrified look she did that night on campus when those convicts accosted us. She nods to me. I turn back to the guy and smile. “You should walk away while you still can.”
“What’d you say, little girl?”
“I said you should walk away while you still can.”
“You serious? I got a gun—” I bat the gun out of his hand in mid-sentence and then swing my left leg around to knock him off of his feet. Before he can get up, Melanie kicks him in the midsection a couple of times.
“I told you,” I say.
“Yeah, don’t mess with the Outcast and Midnight Spectre.”
“Midnight Spectre?”
“What do you think?”
I shrug. “It’s kind of goofy. What do you think?” I ask the guy on the ground.
He just groans with pain. I scoop up his revolver to drop into a storm drain later; he’ll be a lot better off without it. A guy can get hurt in this city waving around a gun.
“Well, Midnight Spectre, let’s go home. We’ve done enough crime-fighting for one night.”
“Yeah, sure.” We leave the guy writhing in pain on the sidewalk. As we walk down the steps to the train station, Melanie says, “I think her costume should be a really dark blue, with a hood over her face. And a cape. What do you think?”
“I’m not wild about the cape.”
“It’s traditional, you know?”
“It’s traditionally lame.”
“What do you know?”
“Not a lot. I’ll leave the comic book stuff to you.”
We board the train to take us home. As we’re sitting there, me listening to Melanie’s ideas for her sidekick character, I see a guy lift a purse off an old lady’s shoulder. I put a hand on Melanie’s arm. “I’ll be right back.”
Then I take off after him. Maybe I can’t go after Madame Crimson or her goons right now, but in this city there’s still plenty of work for a hero.
About the Author
Patrick "P.T." Dilloway has been a writer for most of his life. He completed his first story in third grade and received an 'A' for the assignment. Around that time, he was also placed in a local writing contest for a television station, receiving an action figure in lieu of a trophy, thus securing his love with the written word. Since then, he's continued to spend most of his free time writing and editing. In the last twenty years, he's completed nearly forty novels of various genres. When not writing, P.T. enjoys reading and photographing Michigan's many lighthouses. In order to pay the bills, he earned an accounting degree from Saginaw Valley State University in 2000 and for twelve years worked as a payroll accountant in Detroit.
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Justice for All (The Outcast Book #1)
Part 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Part 2
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Part 3
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Part 4
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
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