Another boom rang out as Massimo fired at the man who shot Elmo. I heard the echo of those gunshots for hours. Not even the piercing siren of the ambulance that rushed to our house or the rumble of the coroner’s engine that later carried Elmo away could drown out that sound. And it still thundered in my head, over the deafening slam of the police car’s door splitting the stillness of the night, as the cops took Massimo away.
