CHAPTER 69 (Continued)
Things had quieted down after two o’clock. The angry drunks had either gone home, been thrown in the paddy, or fallen asleep on the sidewalk or in the alleyways. Callaghan and Boyd had resumed their patrols along Clay Street as Saturday night’s drinking began to give way to Sunday morning’s hangovers.
Half a block ahead, a car, a ni…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Baptists, Bootleggers, and Everything in Between to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.