Chapter 3This long night seemed not to want to end, the bloodstains as permanent as memories, and while a weary Jimmy thought it should have ended with a visit to the emergency room, his uncle put the kibosh on that.
“We deal with our issues in our own way,” Paddy reasoned while attending to the bloody bruise above his son Kellan’s left eye. It had swelled up, partially blocking the young man’s vision. Jimmy saw him wince in obvious pain.
Jimmy had no argument there. He lived his life by a similar code. Earlier this year during the Hidden Identity case, he’d been attacked from behind. He’d insisted on avoiding the hospital, and here he was, still standing. Kellan would be fine, even if his recovery might take a bit longer. Kellan was slight in build, five seven and not bulked up, unlike
