A block off Northern street, on the second floor of a brick building, an old boxing gym sat with its frosted windows fogged up. The steady thud of leather hitting a heavy bag drifted down to the street.
Parked in the open lot down the block sat a dark gray car that belonged to the one and only Officer Ava.
Half a block away, tucked behind a delivery truck, an old brown car sat with its engine off, and Inside of it was James watching like a hawk.
He sat without moving, watching the gym entrance from his side mirror.
Half an hour earlier, he had watched Ava pull in, grab her gym bag from the back seat, and go up the stairs. She was still hot after fumbling her plan, ending with baby Leo back to his mom on the courthouse steps, and she had come here to take her anger out on the bags.
"Never keep a routine when you're making enemies," James muttered to himself, as he knew he got her where he wanted her now.
