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As he walked through the hall to his daughter’s third grade class, a tiny crack appeared in the wall of his mind that separated Harry Fi
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CHAPTER 39
STONE FILLED ANNABELLE IN on his conversation with her father at the grave site. “He looks like he’s dying.”
“I’m delighted to hear it.”
“And he seems sincerely guilty about what happened to your mother.”
“I highly doubt that.”
“Do you want to follow him?”
“No, I want to kill him.”
“Okay, what now? More sleuthing around town?”
“No. Let’s just go back to the i
Stone dropped her off at the i
The bar was dirty and dark. At this time of the afternoon there was only one man at the bar, a pitcher in front of him. Stone sat down next to Paddy, who barely looked up.
“I guess cemeteries make people thirsty,” Stone said.
Paddy gave him a sideways glance and took a sip of his beer. His eyelids were droopy, his skin grayer inside the bar than it had been in the sunshine.
“Never needed a reason to have a pint or two,” Paddy replied, his speech a little slurred.
“My name’s Oliver,” Stone said, extending his hand.
Paddy didn’t take it; he studied Stone warily.
“You run into a man once, no problem. You run into a man twice in the span of an hour, it makes a body wonder.”
“Town’s not that big.”
“Big enough to let a man have his space.”
“I can move.”
Paddy’s gaze burned into him for another second or two. “Forget it. What are you having? I’m buying.”
“No need to do that.”
“There’s never a need to buy another man a drink. It’s a privilege. And don’t turn it down. I’m Irish. I’d have to slit your bloody throat for refusing.”
Two hours later, Stone and Paddy left the bar, Stone holding Paddy up.
“You’re a good bloke, you are,” Paddy blubbered. “A good frien’.”
“Glad you feel that way. I don’t think you’re in any shape to drive. Tell me where you live and I’ll drop you off.”
Paddy fell asleep in Stone’s car. It was for the best because Stone was taking father to see daughter.
A
“Yeah?”
“It’s Oliver.”
“Door’s unlocked.”
It opened. A
“What the hell are you doing?” she screamed.
Stone half carried Paddy over to a sofa and let him drop onto it.
However, the sounds of his daughter’s voice had managed to pierce right through the wall of booze. Paddy half sat up. “A
A
Stone wrenched her away, holding her off the floor as she tried to kick and punch her father.
Stone pushed A
In the next instant she had ripped free from Stone and had fled the room.
Two hours later Paddy opened his eyes and stared around. Then he sat up and immediately felt Stone’s hand on his shoulder.
“Just take it easy,” Stone said. “You had a nasty shock.”
“A
“She’ll be back,” Stone said. “She had to, uh, step out for a minute.” He’d already cleaned up Paddy’s sick and had waited for the man to awaken.
“Was it really A
“Yeah, it was really A
When Stone heard A
She closed the door behind her, pulled a chair out from the small dinette set in one corner and sat down facing the two men.
She stared between Stone and her father before settling her gaze on Paddy. “You done puking?”
He nodded dumbly. “A
She held up a hand. “Just shut up. I didn’t say you could talk, did I?”
He shook his head and sat back against the sofa, a hand over his flat stomach.
She turned her attention to Stone. “Why the hell did you bring him here?”
“I figured it was time the two of you talked.”
“You figured wrong.”
“I didn’t get a chance to tell you before you stormed out. When your mother was killed, your father was in a federal holding cell in Boston on a counterfeit check kiting charge.”
Stone sat back next to Paddy and studied A
“How do you know that?” she finally said, her gaze never leaving his.
“I checked with my friend Alex on the way over here. The stuff’s all computerized now.”
“How did you even know to check?” she asked dully.
“Because the bloke asked me about your mother’s death when we were sitting at the bar,” Paddy broke in. “I told him. I was in that damn cell for nearly a month. They didn’t have enough to convict me, but I couldn’t afford a lawyer. By the time I got out your mother was long since buried.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re the reason she died in the first place.”
“I never said it did. Not a minute goes by that I don’t wish it was me in the ground instead of her.”
A
“No, it’s the truth, and I don’t give a damn if you believe it or not,” Paddy exclaimed, rising unsteadily to his feet.
“He comes all the time to see her grave,” Stone added.
“Who cares?” A
“I never thought he’d come after your mum. I don’t know who tipped Bagger off where she was. If I did know, I’d have killed the bastard.”
“Save it for someone who cares.”
“And not a day goes by that I don’t think about having my hands around Jerry Bagger’s neck.”
“Really? So why haven’t you? It’s not like you don’t know where the guy lives.”
“He’s got a damn army around him.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
Paddy stared at her curiously. “I heard Bagger ran into some trouble recently. Scuttlebutt around the con world. Was that you?”
A
“A
“Get out!”
Paddy left, stumbling against the wall as he did so. A
“I’m not looking for forgiveness.” He stood.