It had been tenantless for a month or so but it hadn’t been a home for him since he’d met Lizzie. Since he’d been tied to a chair and beaten senseless by a man who, fortunately, was no longer around to beat anyone. All the same, the sooner he was rid of the place permanently, the sooner he could move on and forget all the crap that had gone before, as both Gerry and Marty had recommended. He thought again of Frankie’s ridiculous offer. Far too high to be seen as anything other than the bribe that it was, but so tempting nevertheless. He cracked a wry smile as he wondered whether he had the balls to really step over the line, pick up the cash and jump back quick before Frankie’s can of manure exploded and they all got covered in shit. Lizzie wouldn’t approve and neither would Marty, judging by the look on his face when the offer was made. But, hey, just because he was willing to take go away money, it didn’t mean he was actually going to go anywhere.
