Davin O'Brien leaned forward and dug the tips of his fingers into the cold brick ledge as he stood on his tiptoes. He watched Bernie Mathison through the large plate-glass window. Bernie tended to his customers as he cleaned up from the night before. It was early, not even 10:00 a.m. yet. A few old-timers sat at a table, playing cards, while they drank from coffee mugs. Several men sat on barstools that lined the long wooden bar, drinking what looked to be Bloody Marys with beer chasers.
Davin debated what to say to the lumberjack-like man who fit the recent description his father had given him. Why did Shannon O'Hara's uncle have to be so big? Of course, most everyone was big compared to Davin. Shaking his head in dismay, he wondered how on earth he would broach this topic. He had practi
