The lead attacker took another careful step, his attention fixed on the staircase leading to my apartment. He never saw me move.
I stepped out from behind the motorcycle lift, rotated my hips the way Uncle Will had drilled into me years ago and drove the wrench into the inside of his forearm just below the elbow.
A sharp crack echoed through the workshop. The pry bar clattered onto the concrete as the man's arm folded unnaturally and his scream shattered the silence.
The others spun toward the sound.
"So much for quiet." I muttered.
The second man charged without thinking. His mistake.
He grabbed for my shoulder but I pivoted sideways, caught his wrist with both hands and used his own momentum to throw him across the front of a customer's motorcycle. His knife skidded across the conc
