“I’m not going to. Tell me why the NYPD never solved the murder of Joseph McSwain.”
Maggie looked cornered, wringing her hands with a dishtowel. A very un-Maggie like way of behaving. He’d not only touched a nerve, he’d unearthed a secret, perhaps one she’d buried years ago, hoping to never dig it up again. But it was now partially uncovered, waiting for the final exhumation.
“Ma, talk to me…”
A sudden knocking on the door brought them both out of the tense moment. Jimmy turned to the front entrance of the apartment, his mind wondering who it could be. Not like anyone could gain access to the building without being buzzed in. It had to be someone from within, a neighbor. Taking one last look at his mother and feeling like a lost boy, he dashed over to the door just as another, more urge
