EpilogueWhen he closed a case, Jimmy followed the same routine, typing up his notes and creating a file of details that would last far longer than the memories in his mind.
A lovely fall day was on hand, a fresh, cool breeze coming off the mighty Hudson River. Hiding out on one of the west side piers, he took a deep breath, sucking the air in and relishing life. His shoulder ached, still, and it probably always would in the cold. The bullet had been removed, and by now the stiches were gone, too. All that remained was the memory of impact, and a slight scar. He’d never been shot before. He wasn’t keen to repeat the experience. Right now he was like that thirteen year old kid, back where he played with his friends. Before another bullet had done its damage.
The date was October 14th. Tris
