“Been wondering why we’re here, though. Better ones are in South Philly.” Jack glows, his grin blinding. “Someone told me they’re better here.” “Who?” Donnelly barks. “Me.” Donnelly shoots me a look and then points to me with his can/cigarette hand. “Sustained.” Farrow and I share a look. “What the fuck,” I say into a laugh. “When did Donnelly go to law school?” Farrow banters, his smile stretching. “Not a good one either.” Donnelly blows a middle-finger kiss. “Xander’s been watching a bunch of Law & Order.”
