FEW CARS PARKED on the street signaled a quiet night inside, and one glance in the window told me I"d be safe. At his table, Flynn and Tim McNamara talked, two almost full mugs of dark beer joining them. I"d never seen the place so empty. I walked in and waved to Jane and Kathy behind the bar. Jane called Flynn"s name as soon as she saw me, and pointed in my direction.
FEW CARS PARKED“You can"t be here, boyo. The whole world"s looking for you.” He said each word in beat with each step he took toward me. “And what"s with the costume?”
“Flynn, I"m here now. I"ve been gone four years since I last saw you. I need to speak to Kate.”
“Four years? You escaped the jail this morning.” He wrinkled his nose. “You stink. And she"s not here yet. She"s at the shop with Seamus. He said she"s been cryi
