CHAPTER 23
Sam “The Snake” Donahue was feeling a lot better when Frank saw him at the hospital the next few days. He still seemed quite in a bit of pain from the way he talked, but his arms and legs were no longer up in the scaffold
“Hey you are back,” he hoarsely said; his crooked smile looked more like a grimace.
“Yes, how are you? Seemed like a truck ran you over that last time I came here to see you along with Maureen?” Frank told him.
“I feel great I think. My head still hurts like a motherfucker though,” he said.
“Did you get a good look at the blokes who messed you up? The police ought to be able to get them brought in. I mean they could have killed you”, Frank asked him.
Sam shook his head. “I did get a good look at them, but I am not telling. In fact, I got a good look at th
