Lockdown: The Infidel Books

By Angela R. Watts

Teenage Alex Thompson just finished a big con job with his new partner, Gideon Hochberg, but his luck never lasts. Staying low in a small town in Tennessee sounded like a fine idea, but neither teenager expected a pandemic to change their plans. While Gideon doomsays, Alex tries to hold onto faith--but can Alex truly choose hope? Or is he a lost stray doomed for death?

 

An Infidel Books short story prequel, LOCKDOWN reflects on the unyielding American spirit and how there is hope through the most difficult times.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Angela R. Watts
• Release date: May 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393930976

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To the everyday heroes working daily to make America great.

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ONE

HOHENWALD, TENNESSEE was a lovely place, but it scared the life out of Alex Thompson. The population was barely above three thousand, it was overflowing with Southern hospitality, and had some of the quaintest sights the thief had ever seen. But that was the problem—he was a thief. And a fly felt very uncomfortable around honey. Or, it might, if flies had thoughts, or were smart.

Alex rubbed his head. Probably shouldn’t compare myself to a fly. It’d been a long week. Gideon, Iggy, and Alex had just finished a con job in California that’d taken a month to pull off. Then, they’d driven from California to practically across the country in less than a week. He didn’t complain about the rough trip, or the cheap motels, or the mouse he’d found in Gideon’s backseat.

Gideon had saved his life and Alex would do whatever it took to pay him back. Eventually. That included not complaining and working hard on the jobs, but Gideon still saw him as a no-good thief. They had only been working together for a few months since Gideon had dragged him out of the ditch half-dead.

The rental that Jack Savage had scraped up for them was smaller than a mobile home, but in a reclusive location surrounded by some trees and overgrown bushes. When spring lifted its head, it’d be covered with high grass. And pollen. Alex was working hard on patching it up, inside and out. The lockdown didn’t leave him with much else to do. They’d gotten settled a few days before March 13th, before the President broadcasted the USA.

Alex picked a few weeds from a flower pot with a crack down the side. He hadn’t bothered asking who this place belonged to. He definitely wasn’t about to ask George Johnston, his brand new boss—and the world’s biggest mafia boss—to give them a 5 star hotel in