The night smelled like burning rubber and blood.
Raven climbed out of the black SUV and stopped on the cracked sidewalk. The neighborhood sat three blocks from De Luca port territory. It used to be quiet. Families lived here. Kids played in the yards during the day. Tonight it looked like a war zone.
Caruso had not attacked the port like everyone expected. They hit the homes instead. Small houses with broken windows and doors kicked in. Flames still licked at one roof down the street. Smoke drifted low across the pavement.
Bodies lay everywhere. Adults. Teenagers. And children. Some still in their pajamas. Blood ran into the gutters and mixed with glass from shattered windows. A bicycle lay on its side near a little girl in pink. Her eyes stared at nothing.
