Chapter 11This was beginning to feel like the longest day of the year. Nearly midnight, even the strike of the clock wouldn’t bring closure to all the thoughts swarming inside his mind. Jimmy had a lot to think about. Which is what found him, reluctantly, opening the door at Paddy’s Pub at eleven fifty-seven p.m. He went from the cacophony of cab horns and cell-phone chatter by the locals to the elevated noise of the jukebox and raucous laughter.
Either way, silence earned its golden status. But not right now.
“Hey, Jim,” Paddy said, coming to the edge of the bar when he saw his nephew.
“Quiet night?”
There were only about ten patrons, most sitting on bar stools, two tables taken. No one at the pool table.
“Gets that way sometimes. Had a busy happy hour.”
Jimmy was thankful his usual
