A headache pounded behind Jimmy’s eyes on the way home from the station. He didn’t like Kittner’s implications. When he walked in the door, Kevin was sitting on the couch with their dad, watching a ball game. They each had a beer.
“Did you test your blood?”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s fine.”
Jimmy knew that brush-off answer. He gathered the test stuff and shoved it at his father. “It’s not f*****g fine. We’ve been over this.”
Seamus grumbled but pricked his finger. Surprisingly, the test came back normal.
“Ha,” Seamus shouted. “Now get outta the way. The Sox are gonna win this one.”
Kevin pushed up from the couch and followed him into the kitchen. “What bug crawled up your a*s?”
“Nothing.”
“Right. My guess would be a sexy, little redhead.”
Jimmy grabbed a beer from the fridge and looked at
