“Nah, you usually got us out of there.” Beckett did care about me. Maybe he’s right. Maybe it wasn’t to the same degree, but he noticed me. He saw, and he had the power to leave, since I only had the power to follow as his bodyguard. He left for me. Time and time again. He made sure I was good. I made sure he was good. It was Beckett and Donnelly Take New York. Bright, happy days. They’re not gone anymore. I can remember them.
