The Death Dealer
“How many millions of people in the city? she taunted herself.No way.That would be too much of a coincidence.But Joe should have been on the FDR right around that time, on his way to the Met.As she neared O’Malley’s, she noticed a number of people on the streets and was grateful to see that the lights in the area were bright. Maybe she was more spooked by what had happened to her than she’d thought. She parked, pleased to find a spot right outside the bar.At the door, she hesitated.She’d been co...ming here what felt like all her life. It was an authentic Irish pub, and her family was authentic New World Irish. This was pretty much the first place she had come after she was rescued, and it was one of the few places where she had felt truly comfortable, one of the few places where people hadn’t stared, where she hadn’t felt as if she needed to describe her ordeal in detail, so that people would save their pity for the dead women and not waste it on her.She wasn’t uncomfortable about going into O’Malley’s.She was uncomfortable about confronting Joe.What if he was with a woman?MoreLess
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