Chapter 32
The fuzziness cleared in Finn's head as the figures in the room loomed over him. Before he could get up, his arms were wrenched behind his back, his hands quickly bound. They had him pinned and surrounded as the room still spun around him.
"You right down there, Mr O'Shea? You comfortable down there?" Charley's face was the first to float out of the crowd and come into focus. With a wide grin, he kicked Finn in the ribs hard and fast. They were still in the parlour, though as Ryder stepped forward and snatched the pistol from the floor beside him, he wondered if any of this had been real at all? Was this the Angel's house? Was he even here?
"Sorry lad," Ryder said. "I told you. I'm interested in coin and not much else. And this here paid a pretty penny."
The sick feeling tum
