On the Run

By Glenn Gamble

ONE YEAR LATER...

Jim and Carla have relocated to Memphis, Tennessee--after having narrowly escaped death in Chicago-- they have reestablished their lives with Carla working for a mobile medical company and Jim working as a sales rep for a biotech firm. Everything is going well for Jim and Carla.

Until...

Frank's 11 year old daughter is brutally raped.

Jim feels compelled to come back to Chicago for the weekend to see Frank's daughter while supporting his friend and business partner during such a difficult time. Carla doesn't like the idea and insists that Jim stay in Memphis because of the potential dangers. She was right, but he booked a flight to Chicago anyway.

From the moment Jim arrives in Chicago he encounters physical attacks from an old nemesis, and an unknown enemy simply for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Now he's on the run for his life and must revert back to his old ways in order to make it out of Chicago alive.

THIS IS THE THIRD INSTALLMENT OF THE JIM MONEY STORIES.

Here are the other stories in chronological order:

Bon Appétit
Escape
On the Run
James
BUSTED: a Prequel to the Jim Money Stories

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Former professional poker player Glenn Gamble is an author from Chicago, IL who doesn't have one of those inspiring stories where he goes to the state penitentiary to discover his gift for writing amazing stories. Instead, he worked on his craft during long romantic dates at Starbucks and Panera Bread with his laptop and a story. His inspiration came from friends who encouraged him to pursue his dreams to become a writer. Without a prison sentence, Gamble has managed to pen A Thousand Chances, Bon Appetit, Escape, On the Run, James, and Busted; and is currently writing future installments of both the Jim Money and Darius Blaylock Poker Series.

In his spare time, Gamble likes to watch Chicago Bulls games, drop twitter bombs from the sky, slam facebook with status updates, and bet on low-stakes rat and roach races taking place in various public housing project apartments across the United States.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Glenn Gamble
• Release date: Sep 5, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465998866

Glenn Gamble

Former professional poker player Glenn Gamble is an author from Chicago, IL who doesn't have one of those inspiring stories where he goes to the state penitentiary to discover his gift for writing amazing stories. Instead, he worked on his craft during long romantic dates at Starbucks and Panera Bread with his laptop and a story. His inspiration came from friends who encouraged him to pursue his dreams to become a writer. Without a prison sentence, Gamble has managed to pen A Thousand Chances, Bon Appetit, Escape, On the Run, James, and Busted; and is currently writing future installments of both the Jim Money and Darius Blaylock Poker Series. In his spare time, Gamble likes to watch Chicago Bulls games, drop twitter bombs from the sky, slam facebook with status updates, and bet on low-stakes rat and roach races taking place in various public housing project apartments across the United States.

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On the Run

Glenn Gamble

Chicago, Illinois, USA

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© 2011 Glenn Gamble

www.GlennGamble.com

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

On the Run © 2011 by Glenn Gamble

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from Glenn Gamble.

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Bon Appétit

Escape

On the Run

James

A Thousand Chances

1001: Car Wash

Chapter 1

It’s done, Bones said

That’ll show that motherfucker for fucking with me, Jim said.

The two men shook hands, switched vehicles and drove out of the gas station in opposite directions. Bones rode off with several thousand dollars for the delivery, and Jim rode off with satisfaction with the job and a trunk full of gifts. It had been 13 months since Jim and Carla narrowly escaped a shootout with his former best friend Steve. Jim and Carla left town and seemingly fell off the face of the earth. Steve hadn’t heard from Jim and no games had been run in Jim’s territories ever since he was run out of town, so Steve set up shop in Jim’s old locations a month later –not smart.

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Jim still had good rapport with Frank who served as his eyes and ears for his business dealings in Chicago. On the other hand, since he snitched on Jim and Carla the day of their moving out, Frank was a trusted ally of Steve’s who would work for him and help run his home games. Initially, Frank wanted nothing more than to lodge a bullet into Steve’s skull, but decided he would brief Jim before taking any action. Frank flew to Memphis and met with Jim at a casino buffet in Tunica, Mississippi.

Before sitting down to discuss business, Jim’s bumbling right-hand person filled eight plates with seafood, steak, chicken, turkey, mashed potatoes, cole slaw, ribs, cornbread and dessert. In contrast to his oafish demeanor, Frank gracefully balanced each plate on his shoulders, forearms and in both hands. Once he settled at his table, the slaughter began. He picked up his 16 oz. rib-eye steak and stuffed as much in his mouth as he could chew until the poor cow disappeared. Steak sauce seeped from the crack of his mouth on both sides as the sauce ran past his first chin and down his second chin onto his tightly buttoned shirt-collar. He continued his onslaught as he polished off one plate after another with the utensils being more of an option to him. Jim walked in, prepared his plate, and followed the sound of Frank’s disgusting food munching noises to find him.

You waste no time in getting the party started, Jim said.

Hey fella, Frank said, offering his right hand.

How’s the lobster? Jim asked.

Frank snatched his hand back and grabbed one of five lobster tails.

The best, Frank shouted. They still have plenty. You should get one, Jim.

I think I will, Jim said. Now talk to me.

Ya know, Steve must got balls da size of watermelons.

And you must have the appetite the size of three elephants.

He got a lotta fuckin’ nerve to barrel in my house while my family’s sleeping telling me he’s got a proposition. I gotta fucking proposition for his fucking head, Frank yelled. I started to split the fucker’s melon, but I remember you telling me not to harm him until you get situated.

Okay.

Steve sits down on my leather sofa and tells me that he’s taking over your shacks to run business. Frank, I want you to be my partner. You haven’t been gone two months and he wants me to be an accomplice in stealing your money.

I’m not surprised, Jim said. Please continue.

I didn’t know what I should do, so I told him that I needed a little time to get things in place, Frank said. "He got angry and started ranting about needing me to start tomorrow, but I bought a little time by convincing him that I needed to get some men in place so the game will run smoothly. That’s why I wanted to talk to you on