Chapter 8Jimmy
“Don’t worry, no one’s here. Ma’s working the late shift. My sister, who knows.”
Jimmy could see the confused expression on the guy’s face. That, and blood on his cheek.
“You took me to your mother’s house?”
“Apartment. And yeah, it’s mine, too. Sort of. Long story. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Jimmy escorted Todd Gleason into the McSwain home at 48th and Tenth. Walking up the five flights of stairs hadn’t been easy. Watching as his rescue project grimaced with each turn at a landing. Yup, he’d taken a couple hard hits to the gut. Hopefully nothing too bad, no injured organs or internal bleeding. Under the light of the bathroom, he could better assess the damage.
Idiot. Jimmy had told him not to mess with Lenny and Bruce.
Those lug-nuts might be dumb, but that didn’t ma
