EpilogueAt the conclusion of every case, Jimmy liked to write up a file.
He was settled on the hard floor of his office above Paddy’s Pub late on what he called St. Joseph’s Day. It had been a busy day, a highly emotional one, and he could have just fallen asleep at his mother’s after a dinner that left him overstuffed. He probably should have. Yet the facts of what had happened at the Dress Up Club were fresh in his mind, and he set about his task with the determination that never left him. A cold Yuengling stood sentry next to him, condensation dripping, loosening the label. The window of the apartment was open wide and as the hushed sounds of a hung-over New York settled in for an early night, warm temperatures hovered in the air. A sure sign that spring loomed.
Jimmy McSwain, relaxed
