The gunshots from inside the doss did not come as much surprise when they started, and they didn’t last very long. But then the screams began. Not the angry shouts of battle, or the sharp yelp of a wound, no, these were the long, drawn-out howls of someone getting their living guts ripped out. A few of the folks on the street glanced toward the old apartment building, but that was all. Such things happened in Overtown. As long as it wasn’t happening to them, life went on.