It had been more than a week since the attack and Seamus was getting better. He was still weak but pretended that he was healed then got sneaky by popping painkillers for his shoulder. He didn't get to a hospital for an operation but he did get the friendly local doctor well known in the underground crime organization to illegally operate on his shoulder in the privacy of his own home. Just like the good old days, his dad told him after he was awakened from his anesthesia.

That day Charlotte was as white as sheet, one might think she also had gotten shot. Her eyes were puffy and her...