After the shoot-out, Eddie and the others emerged from their hiding places, chatting excitedly about what they’d just witnessed. If they’d been scared by the gunfire, no one would admit it. These were quotidian skirmishes. The warring gangsters were neighbors or the brothers of schoolmates—respected, familiar faces. Whino and the Harpys drove back around a few minutes later and parked the car on the side of the street. They greeted everyone and joined the football game.
