The man says something to the patrons, and they get up, but not before leaning over and saying something to the table next to them. I watch curiously as the two sets of people scuttle out of the restaurant. The next thing I hear is the hostess screaming as the man pulls out a gun and fires at the corner booth. One of the brothers slumps down under a spray of red and the others starts yelling and firing back. Within seconds, the place is flooded with seven to ten men, streaming in through the front door, guns blazing. Before I duck down, I see Beth’s uncle.
