Fatal Error 1
Peoria, Arizona August
Get on the ground,” Ali Reynolds ordered. “On the ground now!”
“Make me,” Jose Reyes said, glaring back at her with a withering sneer. “Try and make me, bitch.”
Jose Reyes was a stocky Hispanic guy in his early thirties, tough as nails, with the muscle tone of a serious weight lifter. A guy with attitude, one who could toss out schoolyard taunts and make them sound deadly.
“I gave you an order.”