Chapter 9They were words that reverberated in his mind long after the phone call had ended.
“My father’s dead.”
How often had he spoken that very same phrase, how often had his heart frozen in fear?
Countless times, endless times, at all times during the day, and now as a new dawn rose.
But despite his feelings, this wasn’t about him. This was part of the job. He had to see Harris.
One of the only advantages of trekking outside at five in the morning was the availability of cabs. A quieted Barry took the first one to stop on the corner of 9th Avenue and 45th, having parted with a bittersweet kiss that to Jimmy somehow, taking the place of words, felt like a final one. Jimmy had a feeling he’d freaked Barry out, with his reaction to the question of whether he’d ever shot someone, it ha
