Chapter 3 - Shadowing the Enemy
I took three days of unpaid leave from the diesel garage. I didn't go to the corrupt school principal, and I certainly didn't go to the police. In a town this small, going to the authorities against the Chief's son was a death sentence. I needed leverage. Absolute, undeniable leverage.
I parked my beat-up truck down the street from the high school, watching through a pair of binoculars.
At 3:00 PM, the bell rang. I watched Trent Vance strut out of the double doors like he owned the world, flanked by three of his wealthy, arrogant friends. I watched the way they cornered another kid by the bleachers, the way they laughed as they shoved him. They were predators.
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I tailed Trent’s brand-new BMW. They didn't go home. They drove to the outskirts of town, parking behind an abandoned, boarded-up country club that the Vance family had purchased years ago. This was their sanctuary.
I waited in the woods until they left, memorizing their routine. I was a mechanic. I knew how machines worked. But more importantly, I knew how to break them down.
