Heco drove like a madman towards the lab.

"Maybe we shouldn't be going there," Bodie suggested from the back seat. "There might be cops..."

"There's no sirens," Billy said.

As they turned the corner, they saw it. The lab was surrounded by police cars and ambulances, strobe flashers lighting up the street like the 4th of July. Billy looked at Bodie, then at Heco.

"Turn back," Billy said.

Heco slowed, but didn't stop. "No, that'll look too obvious," he said.

"They ain't looking for us," Billy said.

"They're looking for everyone," Bodie said. He put a hand on Heco's shoulder. "Go back."

Heco stopped, and put the car in reverse.

"This is gonna be a fucking chase," Bodie said, his head down.

Heco eyed the rear view mirror and drove steadily away. "We're just a nice family from Bennington who took a wrong turn," he said. Heco had commandeered Maritza's car, a Neon. It didn't say "family from Bennington," but it didn't say "gangbangers" either. The cops didn't seem to take notice as they drove away.

"Where we goin'?" Heco asked, looking at Billy.

"I saw body bags," Bodie said.

"Shut up, Bodie, you didn't see anything," Billy said. He turned to Heco. "The chop shop," he said. "My dad will know what to do."

"You think the chop shop isn't surrounded by cops, too?" Heco asked.

"I don't know," Billy said. He paused for a moment. "Angela's," he said, finally.

"Angela?"

"Mickey's ma," Billy said.

"I don't know, Billy - "

"Seven Twenty-two Green Street," Billy said. He pointed "Turn up at that light. We gotta go somewhere."

--

There were no cops outside Angela Coyle's house. Not yet, anyway. As soon as Billy got out of the car, Mickey ran out of the house. Billy was stunned by his own relief. They hadn't gotten Mickey.

"Billy," Mickey said, grabbing him by the arms until it hurt. His eyes were red. He clasped his hand onto the back of Billy's head drew his face close, looking into his eyes. "Billy," he repeated.

"What happened?"

"Fuckin' Jackal's boys," Mickey said. MS-13. "They fuckin'..." His gaze averted to nothingness, as if he was watching the scene behind Billy. "They just walked in, Billy... they just walked in and open fired..."

"You were there?"

Mickey shook his head. "No. They probably wanted me to be. No, but Jamie, Jamie got hit. He made it, Bones's got him upstairs. Tommy made it..."

"What about the others?"

Mickey shook his head. "And some fucking biker was making a drop - Ronnie."

Billy's mind flashed back to Marceno, that night. Ronnie's got a thing with his kid...

Billy jerked away, and started heading for the door. Mickey grabbed him again.

"That's good, though," Bodie reasoned, from behind Mickey. "They fucked with the Low Riders, they're on our side... we saw them -"

"We don't need the fucking Low Riders," Mickey barked. He looked into Billy's face again. "We're gonna get them, brother," he said, in a low voice. "You and me. You wanna show me how badass you are?"

Billy nodded at Mickey, his bitterest rival, or so he'd thought. "I'm with you," he said. "Whatever you want me to do."