“I aint your fuckin’ brother, white-ass. What the fuck are you doing here, asshole?” came the reply. Was Eldridge deaf or just incredibly stupid not to get the angry tone of this answer? There were a half dozen of this guy’s friends standing around the car with their arms crossed or hands in their pockets staring in at us. The looks on their faces varied from open contempt to angry hatred. These guys were thugs and they were going to do something soon.