Chapter 14Jimmy felt like a sledge hammer had smashed into the back of his head, and the light of the fresh morning didn’t help lessen the pain. It took him a moment to remember why he might be feeling this way, realizing his headache wasn’t a result of the bender he’d gone on last night.
He’d been attacked, right there on the street, in his own neighborhood. But he was alive, at least, and seemingly awake. Unless it was a painful dream. His head thrummed for sure but thankfully, from some haze inside his brain, he remembered hearing there was no concussion. A trip to the ER at Roosevelt Hospital and a cat scan had confirmed what his mother always said: he had a hard head. Jimmy of course hadn’t wanted to go, he trusted doctors about as much as he trusted cops. Ironically, it was a cop wh
