Chapter 71

“How’d you get into the cop business?” After he asked, he realized the other man might consider the question intrusive. He really did want to know, though. He sensed there was a story there.

Boz hesitated a beat. “Family tradition, mostly. My dad and three uncles were all on the force in Boston. We’re Irish…well, more the black Irish variety—probably a trace of that Spanish blood from the wreck of the armada back in sixteen-whatever. Boys in our family either went into the church or on the police force. I wasnwrsquo;t cut out to be a priest, so what else could I do? rdquo;

“You’re a long way from Boston. I’d never have guessed that was your home, either. Most exiles still have the accent…sound like the Kennedys, you know?”