Making sure he wasn"t being followed, McCauley made his way to Dunbar Street. He found Crow at his desk with Earl, James, and Virgil sitting in front of him.
“How"d it go, McCauley?” asked Crow.
McCauley sat down heavily on the divan. “Good, I think. I start work this morning. Looks like Connery and I have hit it off. If he had any doubts, James erased them with that shot.”
“Had to make it look real, mate.”
“And you did all of that. But Connery is going to be sore for a while."
Crow looked at James. “You shot him?”
“Just a nick. He liked to have broken my neck when he pulled me out of that chair.”
“We can"t go around shooting people. No more of that!”
“Yes, Sir, but it was just a wee nick,” said James holding up his thumb and forefinger.
“No more!”
“Yes, Sir,” a now contrite Jame
