@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } “It’s Garnet. We had a shoot-out by the toilet shed–four dead, maybe five. I killed three.” A long silence. Mitch waited for Del to ask him if it was necessary but he didn’t. “Looks like tonight’s not going to be as quiet as we’d hoped.” More wails, screams, chaos from off to the right. People were clustered around a boy of maybe twelve lying on his back, his legs crossed. In police school, the rule of experience was that if they fell with their legs crossed they would never get back up. A stray bullet from one of the machine guns. “Make that six–a kid got hit with a stray.” “Oh God…oh man,” said Del Kahn’s voice. “I’ll clean things up, take names. Then I’m taking an early break.” “Alright, talk to me later.” “Right.” Mitch pocketed the device.
