“They’re coming for us.” Gary’s voice was a whisper. “That’s what he said. They’ll get the lot of us.” I held his arm, felt it tremble under my fingers. “You heard what Claude said. They’re going to get us all. And we cannot tell anybody that.” I knew he was right. “Well, if we’ve got to tell the police anything, we can say we think it was the Young Bow.”If I’d hit him with a brick he couldn’t have looked more shocked. “Do you know nothing, Logan? We can’t grass up the Young Bow!”“So we just don’t tell the cops anything? Is that what you’re saying?”Gary shook his head. “It’s as if these gangsters know us. Know everything about us. They knew Mickey loved his dog. They knew where they could find Claude, the way he walked home. They know about us all.”“All this because we were there when their warehouse was torched? I don’t understand. They got Al Butler. Why come after us?”Gary shook his head. “We messed with their property.
