Gio
The sun was setting by the time I got back to Keeley’s apartment. The Judge had left a message on my phone saying that’s where he had taken her. He thought it was a safer option than my main place, and he was right about that. Whoever had shot up the restaurant would assume I would take her home.
No, not whoever. I already knew who had shot at us. I just couldn’t prove it. I would though. Already I had put feelers out. Someone, somewhere, knew where he was. Or more importantly what his next move was. The fact that he had gone after Keeley made me uncomfortable. He shouldn’t even know about her.
Women, especially her, should be out of bounds. But I knew my brother. And I knew he didn’t have the same qualms as I did about hurting women and children. He was more like my father in that
