out of his suit coat and put it around JD’s shoulders, and he
stole a Red Sox hat from the coat rack as they passed by it and placed it on JD’s head.
“Eyes on the ground,” Nick murmured close to his ear.
JD pulled the hat lower and hunched his shoulders,
shrugging into Nick’s coat as they stepped into the narrow
alleyway behind the pub. He and Hagan started off toward
the end of the alley, but Nick stopped and pulled Kelly aside.
“If the words ‘I want you to go home until it’s safe’ come
out of your mouth, I’m going to break one of your ribs,” Kelly
told him before Nick could speak.
Nick finally tore his eyes away from JD’s retreating form
and met Kelly’s with a small smile. “You know me better than
that.” He bent and took his spare gun from a holster at his
ankle, then pressed it into Kelly’s hands. “I do want you do
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go back to theFiddler, though, and get two spares for us. You know where I keep them?”
“In every nook and cranny you can find.” Kelly
automatically checked the gun, even though he knew Nick
would have it loaded and ready.
“Good. Ammo’s in a galley drawer. If you’re going to be
shot at, you might as well be able to shoot back.”
Kelly nodded silently. “What’s the plan? With the witness,
I mean?”
“We’ll have to find him a new safe house. Make sure we’re
not tailed. They knew he was at the precinct; we have to
assume the hotel is blown.” Nick chewed on the inside of his
cheek, his eyes focused on something over Kelly’s shoulder.
“I’m thinking about putting him on theFiddler.”
Kelly glanced up at him, eyes widening. “You’re going to
hide a witness on your boat?”