Chapter 9“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…”
Words meant to be comforting instead felt hollow on the cold December morning.
Snow had fallen the night before with a light dusting covering the ground. It was still early enough in the season, and the ground hadn’t hardened so much that a burial wasn’t still possible. It was Monday, mid-December, four days since the body of Kellan Byrne had been found with a single bullet wound to the head, lying beside the young woman whom he’d picked up on a Saturday night that felt like years ago. She’d also been found with a bullet wound to the brain. Sweet, effective, and not for a second did Jimmy believe the NYPD’s theory. No way had Kellan killed her then turned the gun on himself.
It was an execution.
Even four days afterward, Jimmy’s fists were tight
