Midnight Vigil
Brooklyn, New York
Sherri Miller was in intensive care, on the third floor. Mazzetti rode the elevator all the way up with a clenched fist, then stormed into the ICU waiting room. Four uniforms paced the hall. Two more occupied chairs, heads held low. Nowhere was there sign of Frankie Donovan. It was a good thing, too, because Lou was ready to kick his ass.
“Where’s Donovan?” he asked, in a voice too loud.
“Right here.” That from behind him.
He spun, saw Frankie and almost raced to him, eyes burning. “What the f**k is wrong with you, taking her into a situation like that? She’s a goddamn rookie!” He shoved Frankie, hard.
Frankie didn’t respond, keeping his head held low. “Not now, Lou. I can’t think about it now.”
“f**k you and your ‘can’t think about it.’ Tell that t
