Chapter 12Jimmy
Jimmy McSwain awoke, still pissed.
He’d gone to sleep that way, although he’d been woozy from the pain meds he’d taken.
Probably time for another, given the fact that it was a jolting pain that had awoken him.
For a second, he wasn’t even sure where he was. His surroundings didn’t seem familiar.
“It’s okay, Jimmy. I’m here, and so is Emilio.”
Emilio? Oh, right, the nurse who had patched up Jimmy when he’d arrived at Jonathan’s apartment last night. Stirring from under a blanket, he remembered he was stretched out on the sofa in the tight confines of his friend’s living room. He was shirtless but could feel the weight of his jeans upon his legs. Ninth Avenue and 54th Street, ironically not far from the Midtown North precinct. Jonathan Tolliver was a retired cop, his fa
