�Okay. It works like this in my family: The oldest son follows a life of God. The second son chooses the father�s profession. And the third son becomes a professional.�

�Oh, so you�re the oldest?�

�No, I�m the third.�

�What�what happened?�

�My two older brothers were both killed when they surprised a junkie burglar who picked our humble little apartment in The Bronx. Of all places.�

�I�m so sorry, Denby.�

�Yeah, me too. My father, in his grief, felt the mantle of the oldest son should be passed onto my shoulders. So, into the seminary I went.�

�How long did you last?�

�Long enough to earn my bachelor�s in theology and philosophy.�

�Where�s the collar?�

�Well, at some point, the other priests and I diverged on lifestyle choices.�

Diane�s eyebrows rose. �Care to elaborate on that?�

�I got married after graduation.�

�Well, that rules out the priesthood, definitely. So, then what happened?�

�Then, I chose my father�s profession.�

�Your father is a cop?�

�Sort of. Was. Now, if I survive this adventure, I wonder what my next gig will be. Probably a lawyer. That�s the next logical thing.�

�You still have a chance to salvage this career. Don�t be so quick to give up on it. If tomorrow turns out okay, it could be a new turning point.�

�Yeah, well. We�ll see.� Harry�s face darkened.

Danny knocked, and then walked into the room.