Chapter 15“Who would do such a thing?”
“That’s the question of the day, and the day’s not even really begun.”
St. Patrick’s Day had arrived, a mere three hours old, and already violence had reared its ugly head. A lone light from the kitchen lit the room with shadows, allowing Barry and Jimmy to fixate on the broken pane of glass. They walked carefully to avoid cutting their bare feet on the shards of glass that littered the hardwood floor. Barry pointed to the object that had caused such damage, an ordinary red brick. Jimmy told him to keep back, even though the apartment was small and there wasn’t much space to maneuver. He hadn’t had time to get blinds for his windows, leaving the apartment exposed to the elements.
“Wait here,” Jimmy said, reaching to the floor for his clothes.
Smal
