The Last Dance of James O'Connor
I. The bullets came fast and without ceremony, the way death always does when it arrives uninvited. James O'Connor felt the first impact in his left shoulder, spinning him sideways into the brick wall of the alley on Mulberry Street. The second caught him in the chest, right through the wool coat Catherine had bought him for Christmas. He went down hard on the cobblestones, the cold pressing...
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