Nobody stops a police commissioner. Room 412. He pushes the door open. And there’s Eddie. Thin, so thin it doesn’t look real.
Arms like sticks. Cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass. An IV drip in his left hand. Monitors beeping, slow and steady. But his eyes are open. Clear. Lucid for the first time in God knows how long. Gerald stands in the doorway.continue reading …
