“SHHHHHHHH!” came a voice from an overlooking third floor apartment as the officers exchange notes about the night.
“Who’s shushing?” said one officer.
“I am!” says the voice from on high. It’s an older woman, one of the regulars at the North End community meetings. “Shush!”
At the party in a second-floor apartment, after four minutes that felt like an eternity, a man finally walked onto the balcony, beer can in hand, staring out into the distance.
But his thoughts were interrupted: “Hey!” Lema yells. “Hiyo! How are you?”
The guy looks confused, then his eyes get wide as he ducks back inside. “Guys!” he shouts. “The cops are here!”
Now that Lema finally has their attention, he announces: “It’s time for you guys to get going.”