“God, you’re insufferable! Would it kill you to take some initiative, for once in your damn life!” The words cut deep as she tore the brooch from her dress and stormed off. “Colm, please, you’re the only one who can give this poor girl some peace of mind.” No new leads, no eyewitnesses, and nothing worth investigating.

“Respect? You were the last person to see Ryan alive, and now his wife is bawling her eyes out with no clue who put a bullet in her husband’s head!” “If you keep chewing through those things like it’s gum then you’ll be hanging out with Ryan again before the end of the year.” But he didn’t know Christ, he didn’t know Ryan, and he doesn’t know me. From the way he spoke of Ryan, you’d think he was Christ himself, not the part-time partner of a fourth-rate tobacco junkie.

He spoke of the infinite goodness of Christ, and how this was part of some grandiose plan that the good lord had in store for us. “Colleagues, friends, family, we gather today to celebrate the life of Ryan, a father, a husband, a good man.”įor hours the officiant prattled on with brilliant, empty concepts, a futile attempt to reconcile a family in which he had no stake.

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