Chapter 7The McSwain family dinner happened, on a rare Wednesday, and it came up quickly. There was a tech issue at the show, so that night’s preview had been canceled. Jimmy had gotten the call around four o’clock. That was fine, after a day and a half of trying to learn more about both cases, looking at Wu-Tin’s business website, then the Portnoy family, it would be refreshing to be around people who didn’t play games, or kill people. No, the McSwains were straight-shooters, honest to a fault.
“Dinner’s at six. Don’t be late,” said Maggie.
“See you soon, Ma.”
Jimmy returned home, not exactly with a spring in his step but he did need a burst of energy to negotiate the five flights of stairs to the uppermost floor that laid claim to the only home he’d ever known. How he, his parents, hi
