![]() ![]() Why of all the things I can do can I not change - While whispered conversations ebbed and flowed around them, he focused on the image of his older brother’s face and tried unsuccessfully to imagine the person that could beat Declan up. I didn’t come out soon enough, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. The image behind his eyes was the bloody tire iron beside his father’s head. He knelt and put his head down on his arms. For a moment, disoriented, he had to hold in his breath. As he lowered the kneeler, he smelled the sharp, antiseptic smell of hospital on his brother. Noah slid into the pew, sitting at the very end, and Ronan slid in beside him. And a little money.” “And your face.” Declan just inhaled in response, slow and careful. ![]() There was very little worse than Ronan in Henrietta, and what worse there was was too busy racing around in a little white Mitsubishi to burgle the remaining Lynches. And if anyone was going to get beaten up, it wouldn’t be the Lynch brothers. No one got burgled, and if they did, they didn’t get beaten up. ![]()
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