Crossfire

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The scene was chaos. They were in a cul-de-sac facing three, maybe four, thugs with guns. There was just enough light to keep their eyes from adjusting to the darkness; light from windows, from a few dingy street lamps. Bodie and Doyle crouched behind a rubbish bin, a fine metaphor for the whole day.

( “Where are those buggers?”... )