The grating of metal on concrete was deafening. Jim focused one half-drunken scattered thought on the dumpster and, just like what had happened with the water glass in the motel room, the dumpster went flying fast and hard into the opposite wall.
Gabriel leapt out of the way just in time, faster than most men half his age would have been able to. The speed of the dumpster still managed to crush his hand, but that only removed him of his gun. It wasn’t enough to hold him.
Pulling his crushed hand free again, Gabriel soon realized that he was at the disadvantage and took off running further down the alley.
Nathan wouldn’t have minded, either, if Jim hadn’t immediately jumped up to give chase.
“Jim, no!” Nathan cried, amazed that Jim slipped so easily from his grasp.
“We can’t let him get away!” Jim called back.