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bedlamsbardI have New York Minute 12 all written. It's longer than the average NYM chapter. But it's not all typed up, and I have orchestra tonight, which means that I don't have time to type it up and post it. ARGH. It's a really good chapter, too, I think. Things happen.
So, have some Carmine and Joey, which is like, the only non-spoiler part.
“Now what the hell?” Joey growled, starting the car.
Carmine made a startled sound, tearing his lips away from his milkshake. “What?” He looked toward the front door of the crime lab. “…oh. Jesus, can’t the kid stay at work like a normal person? I mean, it’s not like anybody that wants to kill him is going to get in there.”
“Except for the ones he hauls in in cuffs,” Joey said helpfully. “And since there’s not much of a chance we can get in there –”
“Right, right. Better he be out in the open where people can shoot at him and we can fuck those bastards over than be in there where people can kill him and we can’t get in.”
So, have some Carmine and Joey, which is like, the only non-spoiler part.
“Now what the hell?” Joey growled, starting the car.
Carmine made a startled sound, tearing his lips away from his milkshake. “What?” He looked toward the front door of the crime lab. “…oh. Jesus, can’t the kid stay at work like a normal person? I mean, it’s not like anybody that wants to kill him is going to get in there.”
“Except for the ones he hauls in in cuffs,” Joey said helpfully. “And since there’s not much of a chance we can get in there –”
“Right, right. Better he be out in the open where people can shoot at him and we can fuck those bastards over than be in there where people can kill him and we can’t get in.”