The Kalamazoo Kid (Fight Card) by Jack Tunney & Jeremy Brown

Author:Jack Tunney & Jeremy Brown [Tunney, Jack & Brown, Jeremy]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Mystery, Organized Crime, Children's eBooks, Thrillers & Suspense, Children's Books, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers, Crime, Sports, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense
ISBN: 1484186966
Amazon: B00CFPXOKG
Published: 2013-04-17T12:00:00+00:00

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Kurt had Tally stay late so he could observe and maybe jump in the eight o’clock jiu jitsu class. Tally stood next to Kurt at the counter and watched the guys come through the door, most of them with beards and long hair, a few in motorcycle leathers. They were loud and laughed with each other, everyone familiar, saying hello to Kurt and nodding at Tally.

Kurt could tell Tally was concerned, working hard to keep it off his face. This was a new kind of crowd, not like the people who came for a good workout or the fighters who Tally could joke with, talk about training.

When Sergeant Miller walked in wearing gym clothes, no police cap to cover his shaved head, Kurt watched Tally for any sign of recognition from the Voltage incident.

Tally checked him out, but showed no sign of having seen Miller before. He said to Kurt, “You train these guys?”

“That’s right.”

“But they don’t compete.”

“Some do, grappling and Brazilian Jiu Jitsu tournaments. No MMA though.”

Tally frowned at a few of the guys pulling their hair into pony tails. Kurt wanted to tell him they were all undercover law enforcement, driving here from all over – St. Joe county, Van Buren, Kent – to get some training in when they could. Some nights the class was just Kurt and Miller, who competed in regional grappling tournaments and did some reffing for local MMA events.

These were the guys who got in with the crews cooking meth, moving crack, heroin and guns. Then they’d get the call and suit up with their black body armor, balaclavas and AR-15s and blow through the door they’d been walking through for months.

Knowing how to take a person down and control him could be the difference between walking back out or getting carried.

Kurt figured they wouldn’t be thrilled to find out Tally was linked to Harp, who had to be linked to all kinds of nonsense. But after spending time with Tally, Kurt had to remind himself about the kid’s association with organized crime. He wouldn’t mention it to these guys – once the Voltage fight was done, maybe it wouldn’t be an issue.

One of the undercovers, Gene, said, “Hey Kurt, check it out.”

He flexed his biceps, showing off softball-sized muscles.

Kurt shook his head. “Beach muscles don’t work on pavement.”

He loved giving these guys grief about it. When they were undercover, the crews they ran with usually thought working out was bench press, curls, heavy bag, repeat. Maybe some sit-ups, because they liked having low-back pain. The cops would come in to roll, out of shape with weak legs and a loose core, and get smashed on the mats.

Now they spread out in a circle, Miller in the center to lead them through the warm-up.

Tally said, “Should I get over there?”

“Nah, you’re warm. But I do want you to drill with them, go through the counters and escapes. You’ve been rolling with me and Eric, now you’re anticipating our actions. Don’t get me wrong – that’s great.

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