.... go silent. The other one puts his foot on his tail and effortlessly rolls his truck over the coping. I watch him quickly drop away and coast to the hip. He glides past it, and I start to notice the entire view before me as he blends into a larger picture. I see grey. Every shade of grey, in all its variety blends and curves from the lightest near whites, to a deepness rivaling black. The darkness overhead drones with the sound of a thousand automobile tires humming on the top of the bridge. Though designed for another purpose, it serves well as protection from the rai .....

.... no choice but to take Adam into safety. They presumed that the Mafia was watching every move made by Adam and his family, and the FBI couldn’t risk telling the boy’s mother or any other family members. Adam sat in the backseat, squeezed between two agents. He was confused, still half asleep and luckily, very quiet. The dark car turned off the freeway and drove carefully down what seemed an unused dirt track. They were taking Adam to an FBI safehouse, to reduce th risk of being found. safe. As the car turned a corner and picked up speed, the shot was fired. A gunshot rang out t .....