EpilogueThe Von Trapp Family Singers would probably agree.
These are a few of our favorite things. Not raindrops, not roses, and forget those whiskers on kittens.
We’re talking Paddy’s Pub, two pints of Guinness, Todd Gleason, Jimmy McSwain.
The dog had bitten, the bee had stung.
What they didn’t include in their favorite things were cops. They’d had enough of them.
Except right now the door to Paddy’s opened and in stepped two members of the NYPD in full uniform, a man and a woman. It was Alvarez and Donovan from Midtown North. They came over to Jimmy and Todd without hesitation.
Now what?
“What can I do for ya,” Paddy said, coming over to run interference.
“All good, Paddy,” Alvarez said. “Just wanted to see if McSwain was here.”
“As you can see, he is.”
“It’s okay, I can speak
