Warner

                August 1972          'You ever trip before Eugene?' Kenny asked as he passed him a joint of Thai stick. They were sitting out on Eugene's girlfriends Donna's porch in the apartment she shared with her 3 roommates. A 'Hippie house,' is how she described it.               The sun was sinking low in the sky on the horizon and Eugene, Kenny and his girlfriend, Emma were all sharing a joint on the porch. 'Trip? What do you mean?' Eugene replied as he took the joint from Kenny.           Kenny laughed, 'Acid, man. That stuff you sell.' He said. 'No I never have. Most of the time when us brothers get together it's just reefer and beer. I heard that stuff really fucks with your head, and I already have some pretty bad nightmares from the war so I've never wanted to risk it.'               Eugene passed...

 1915          'So he's in there?' Dan Foley asked the young man. 'Yup, big fella like you said, sitting at the end of the bar. He was talking to the old guy behind the bar, real loud the big one.' The young man replied.                Dan took out his wallet, pulled out a 5 and handed it to the young man, 'Thanks kid.' He said. 'Sure thing.' The kid replied, putting the bill in his pocket before walking off into the night. Dan Foley was on the porch of his girlfriends apartment building, which was across the street from the small hole in the wall bar he was watching where a man inside, Bill Murphy, owed him 500 dollars.          It was almost 2 in the morning, in the Flats section of Warner, near the bridge with Franklin. The bar in question, called Jim's, was down an alley, and down an additional flight of stairs. There was no other way in or out. According to Foley intelligence, which ...