Chapter 7
Shaun plopped on a stool at Calhoun’s and waited for Declan to walk over. Without asking, Declan grabbed a pint glass and filled it, placing it in front of Shaun before crossing his arms. “How’d Boston go?”
“My chief is on my a*s. Wants me to jump into another case.”
“So why the hell are you here?” Declan asked.
“Do you really care, or are you pretending to care?”
“Does it matter?”
Shaun took a sip of beer. “I guess not.”
Gina, a waitress with long black hair pulled into a ponytail, came up on his side, holding a tray high above their heads. “Did you want anything to eat?”
“Looks like you finally got that under control.” He nodded to the tray. A few months ago, she’d been dropping plates and glasses like it was her job.
“Took a while, but I finally got the hang of it.” A
