asked Sean, instantly thinking James had been killed. He looked at Luis, ready to pounce. “It’s Vincent, he’s had a heart attack,” she cried. Sean couldn’t believe that he actually felt some relief. She hadn’t said he was dead and just as importantly it wasn’t James. “How is he?” he asked. “I don’t know,” her voice quivered. “They’ve just rushed him by helicopter to Bethesda.” “He’s a tough old goat, it’ll take more than a heart attack to kill him, Jane!” comforted Sean. He knew how much she cared for the old tyrant. The only person that didn’t was Vincent. Sean had tried to tell him in the past but Vincent had brushed it aside as nonsense. Jane sniffed loudly before she responded, regaining some composure. “The last thing he said before he was wheeled away and I had to promise before he would let them take him away is that I was to tell you he was sorry!” She started to cry again. “But he never said what for!” Sean knew exactly what for, not going to his funeral, or what he thought was his funeral.
