So was Griff. We each got tattoos on our backs, me a giant shamrock and Griff a winged griffin. I was part of the crew. Becoming part of the crew meant steady work and a lot more money. It meant I could help my mother out at home, not just chip in for groceries but really remove some of her ...
Thanks for calling.” “Hey, Hank. Been busy. Doing the best I can.” “I know. I understand.” “Listen, I’ve got a car. I’m on my way over. Be there in about ten or fifteen minutes.” “Great. I’ll be ready.” I reached in my desk, found a fresh notebook but couldn’t find a pen. “Sandy!” I yelled, then ...