Chapter 14Jimmy stared back at himself in the mirror and understood why people had been avoiding him on the subway. He’d felt the pain in his stomach the entire ride back to his office, but what he hadn’t realized were the purplish bruises on his face. Had Fong had his way with Jimmy when he attacked him? Obviously he’d done more than deliver a blow to the head that had rendered him unconscious. He had a cut above the eye, a swollen cheek, a split lip. He applied soothing lotion to the wounds, swallowed a couple aspirin. It had been awhile since he’d taken a beating like this.
Such was the life of a private investigator. Too bad he couldn’t claim the other guy looked worse.
He should have taken a cab.
But he was home, or at least in the one place he sought peace, solitude. He could hear
