eleven
Swan Harbor
Sally’s Diner
September 3
10:30 a.m.
Killian read Liam’s text again.
Liam: Message this morning from Randy White, the E.D. doctor who treated the officers. Brody died last night from his wounds. Stevens is in critical care and on a ventilator.
“Bad news?” Hayden, Sally’s nephew, set down a cup and filled it with coffee.
“What?” Killian glanced up at the younger man, his mind still filtering through the message.
“Bad news?” Hayden pointed at the phone. “You were frowning.”
“Oh,” b****y hell awful news. “Aye. News from New York,” Killian replied noncommittally, not really wanting to get into things. “But shouldn’t you already be back at school? I thought classes started this week.”
“They do,” Hayden huffed and slid into the other side of the booth. “I transferre
