Chapter 20Jimmy
Jimmy McSwain had had his fill of cops.
Whether dealing with small town police chiefs or big city precinct captains and shootings and death, his least favorite color was blue. Maybe it was red. Thinking about how his clothes and hands had been stained with the blood of Colosseo Delvecchio while he’d futilely tried to save his life. Watching it drain from him, the blood and the life, was an image he wouldn’t soon forget. A light going to dark faster than the switch on a lamp.
It was a Tuesday afternoon, having arrived back late last night. He’d missed the Monday McSwain dinner, but Maggie forgave him given the gravity of the situation that had kept him out of town. Chief Marcus Abudante had needed the assist on what Jimmy knew about the death of Kerry-Anne Conklin, openin
