Kellan smiled. “She did have this cute birthmark…”
“Good for you, Kellan, you scored last night. Dark hair, light? Height…”
“Long brown hair, blue eyes, a face shaped like the moon and lit just like it should be in the sky.”
“You use that line on her?”
“Hey, it worked.” He paused. “It was a chance encounter, Jimmy. No way she set me up.”
“Sure, I’m a suspicious guy, hate coincidences. Best to eliminate her possible involvement before I deal with Mickey.”
“Jimmy, I appreciate it…but just leave it. In another day I’ll be gone, Taran and I.”
“Doesn’t mean Mickey Dean gets away with it. He’s been hiding behind his cop father for too many years, and for some reason he’s chosen this moment to resurface, reassert himself on our turf. But don’t you worry about it. Get some sleep. You’re not
