now except for the light from the
streetlamps, but we could see the
boys were still there, playing under
the tree. I pointed to the ringleader.
“That one. He was the main one.”
Abel slammed his foot on the gas
and shot up onto the grass and
straight toward the bottom of the
tree. He jumped out. I jumped out.
As soon as the kids saw me they
knew exactly what was happening.
They scattered and ran like hell.
Abel was quick. Good Lord, he
was fast. The ringleader had made a
dash for it and was trying to climb
over a wall. Abel grabbed him,
pulled him down, and dragged him