As it turned out we weren’t the only guests who had been invited for lunch, with Dan Hamilton – whose mother owned the corner store – and his partner, Jake, also pulling up not long after we had arrived. I remembered them both from my time here before, having first met them the day that the garage had been firebombed by Red, and, along with all the rest of the gang, had become firm friends with them both afterwards.
They became an integral part of our posse in the years that followed, bring