Chapter 19“So, we’re yelling for this guy to turn around, okay, and I’m like, f*****g ready for anything, my hand on my weapon and then—” Boone cracked up with laughter, his happy, handsome face drawing a smile out of me, “—then the guy turns around, right? And he’s got—” But Bunny couldn’t go on for a second, laughing too hard.
“What, Boone!” O’Reilly shouted, laughing and egging him on. It was late Friday night, early March, and I’d closed Split an hour ago. We were hanging out in my living room, sitting on those new red couches O’Reilly had picked out, getting to the bottom of that whiskey bottle and having a hell of time watching my brother act out his own version of a COPS episode. “What!”
Boone rubbed his face and then grabbed his glass, and pointing it around at us, staggered a li
