“All right,” Pat says. “Here it is and it’s not good . . .” Brian Young, Howie Moran, Kenny Meagher, all dead. Young and Moran shot from long range—single bullets to the head or heart. Meagher gunned down at close range coming out of an after-hours club. No wonder John looks like an old man now. Danny ain’t feeling so young himself. Brian and Kenny—both friends, guys he went to school with or knew from the neighborhood. Parties, pickup hockey games, weddings. Now it will be wakes and funerals.
