Chapter 11958
The sound of the doorbell sliced through my head like an ice pick. I rolled out of bed, instantly alert. I wasn’t a field officer, but I had been trained to protect myself. A gun was in my left fist as I peered cautiously through the spy hole in my apartment door.
It was my oldest brother, Anthony.
I slid the gun into the back of the waistband of my pajamas, then rubbed a hand over my face and hair, unlocked the door, and let him in. “Jesus, Tony.” I scowled at him, the adrenaline leaching out of my system. “Is there a national crisis?”
“No.”
“You’ve been drinking.” I could smell alcohol on his breath.
“It’s not like you to state the obvious.”
“It’s not like you to pay me a visit at…” I glanced at my wristwatch. “…at 4:35 in the morning.” I needed something to take my
