Darkness, Take My Hand
“I said.
“No?” Gerry said. “You saw the body, did you?”
“No.”
He sipped from the shot glass. “I did. I caught the squeal. Me and Brett Hardiman.”
“Alec Hardiman’s father.”
He nodded. “My partner.” He leaned forward and poured some vodka into my shot glass. “Brett died in eighty.”
I looked at my shot glass, nudged it six inches away from me as Gerry refilled his own.
Gerry caught me at it, smiled. “You’re not like your father, Patrick.”
“Thanks for the compliment.”
He chuckled softly. “You look l...ike him, though. A dead ringer. You must know that.”
I shrugged.
He turned his wrists upward, looked down at them for a moment. “Blood’s a strange thing.”
“How’s that?”
“It’s passed into a woman’s womb, creates a life. Could be near identical to the parent who created it, could be so different the father starts suspecting the mailman delivered more than the mail. You got your father’s blood, I got my father’s, Alec Hardiman had his father’s in him.”MoreLess
“No?” Gerry said. “You saw the body, did you?”
“No.”
He sipped from the shot glass. “I did. I caught the squeal. Me and Brett Hardiman.”
“Alec Hardiman’s father.”
He nodded. “My partner.” He leaned forward and poured some vodka into my shot glass. “Brett died in eighty.”
I looked at my shot glass, nudged it six inches away from me as Gerry refilled his own.
Gerry caught me at it, smiled. “You’re not like your father, Patrick.”
“Thanks for the compliment.”
He chuckled softly. “You look l...ike him, though. A dead ringer. You must know that.”
I shrugged.
He turned his wrists upward, looked down at them for a moment. “Blood’s a strange thing.”
“How’s that?”
“It’s passed into a woman’s womb, creates a life. Could be near identical to the parent who created it, could be so different the father starts suspecting the mailman delivered more than the mail. You got your father’s blood, I got my father’s, Alec Hardiman had his father’s in him.”MoreLess
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