Guess I’m not so great at this dad thing. My wife went to Ireland for a week to bury her mother. “Honestly, Bennett,” Flaherty said with his palms up.
“Yes, Dad,” Seany moaned as he ran up the deck stairs and back inside. Any of them gets hurt again, you’re going to spend the rest of your vacation in the hospital.” Bennett’s kids skins his knee, you better have a Band-Aid handy. I have to actually explain that to you? Here’s the new orders. “Yeah, well,” Tommy Boy said, giving me a sheepish look. Stay the hell away from this man’s kids, you hear me?”
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Behind him, water began to trickle out of the crack he’d made in the plastic pool. “Dad!” young Sean cried from his knees as blood poured out of his nose. Right away he started bawling.Ĭhrist, I thought, standing there shocked, with the gun still in my hand. Instead of landing in the pool, like I was expecting, the heavy teen slammed into the side of it with a cracking sound before he fell face-first onto the backyard concrete. Before I could tell what was going on, he lifted his portly son up and threw him off the deck. Quick as a snake, Tommy Boy moved out of my grasp before the kid had made two steps. “Uh… yes, Dad?” he said, fear in his voice. His pudgy jaw dropped in a cartoonish gape when he saw me and his dad down on the deck conversing over the barrel of my Austrian semiauto. The screen door opened a few moments later, and the fat kid who’d been terrorizing my family stepped out onto the deck. I think I’m starting to understand your position now. “I see,” Tommy Boy said, looking at me sideways across the gun I was scratching against his eardrum. To protect my kids, you better believe I’ll end your worthless ass.” “Your kid almost killed my seven-year-old tonight at the carnival. You’re actually willing to shoot me over this stupid kiddie crap?” Tommy Boy asked from the other side of my Glock. How’s this for a joke, Flaherty? Three dumb-ass brothers are found floating facedown dead in their own pool.” “And I’m not above committing one right about now. “That’s right, I worked homicide,” I said. You actually worked with my old partner, Joe Kelly, when you were in Manhattan North homicide.” “Bennett! Whoa, whoa, hold up,” the cop brother said, slowly showing me his hands. I helped him up by his long, greasy hair, the barrel of my gun wedged into his ear hole like a pencil into a sharpener. My next and last move was to much less gently kick the seated Flaherty in the side of the head as hard as I could as I drew my Glock. My first move was to gently push Seamus to the side. Now get your scrawny ass out of here before my brother Billy here makes it so that you have to say mass for the rest of your life on a Hoveround.”Īs the tattooed brother took a step toward us, I decided it was time to take the lead. He’s less valid on the West Side than you. “Frank Murphy? That dirty ol’ little Forty-ninth Street bookie I let operate out of the kindness of my Irish heart? News flash, Father Moron. “Murphy?” Tommy Boy said, not budging from his cheap plastic seat. “Murphy sent me,” Seamus said to Tommy Boy, completely ignoring the tattooed man. I FOLLOWED MY COURAGEOUS, or maybe just insane, grandfather up the stairs onto the deck. “Only thing that’s gonna happen to you, coot, is a serious beat-down.” “Sit-down?” the illustrated Flaherty brother, Billy, said, balling his hands into fists as he stood.
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